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"Perhaps you did not enjoy the races?" It was the voice of the man who had sat behind me in the tiers, before I had changed my seat to avoid recognition by the small fool Hup, he who had spoken poorly of the Hinrabian on the throne of Ar, and who had purchased a candy from the fool. It struck me that there was something familiar about the voice. I turned. Facing me, clean-shaven, but with a massive, regal face concealed in the hood of a peasant, his gigantic body broad and powerful in the coarse rep-cloth garment of what is thought to be Gor's lowest caste, there stood a man whom I could not mistake, even though it had been years since I had looked upon him, even though his great beard was now gone, even though his body now wore the hood and garment of a peasant. In his right hand there was a heavy peasant staff, some six feet in height and perhaps two inches in width. The man smiled at me, and turned away. I reached out and began to walk after him but I stumbled into the body of Hup the Fool, spilling his tray of candies. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter )