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I ate because I wished to keep what I could of my strength, for I might have need of it again. Sarm, who was normally in the room, seemed to take great pleasure in Vika's baiting me, for he would stand by, antennae curling, as she would insult me, taunt me, sometimes strike me with her small fist. He apparently became rather fond of the new female Mul and, upon occasion, he would order her to groom him in my presence, a task which she seemed to enjoy. "What a piteous thing you are," she said to me, "and how golden and strong and brave and fine is a priest-king!" And Sarm would extend his antennae down to her that she might delicately brush the small golden hairs which adorned them. For some reason Vika's attentions to Sarm irritated me and undoubtedly I failed to conceal this sufficiently because Sarm often required this task of her in my presence and, I noted with fury, she seemed invariably delighted to comply with his request. Once I called angrily to her. "Pet Mul!" "Silence, Slave," she responded haughtily. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )