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I said nothing. "Hood him," said Philemon. I struggled but the huge wad of soured leather was thrust again in my mouth and the heavy hood, with its thick layers of leather, drawn over my head and locked. Hooded, my wrists locked in steel, my throat chained to the chair of my enemy, I knelt for perhaps two ahn. During this time I was conscious of noise, the movement of men, the filling of the amphitheater. I wondered if Elizabeth, and Virginia and Phyllis, were yet in the ready cells, being prepared; I judged it unlikely, for they would probably be sold late, and would not be prepared until the sales were in progress; the last touches of their makeup might not even be made until minutes before they ascended the block. I felt rage and sorrow, rage at the twisting of events, the brilliance of my enemies, my own failures, and sorrow for Elizabeth, and the other girls; for Elizabeth in particular my heart cried out, for her hopes would be so cruelly dashed; she might not even discover that she was not on her way to safety and freedom, or how we had been tricked and used, until she found herself, to her horror, beneath the lash of a master to whom she would be only another slave. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter )