It was merely his Gorean pride, that he would grant no concession to a foe, not a tarsk, not even an urt? "May I speak, Master?" cried Ellen.
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"Yes," he said, puzzled.
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Doubtless the beasts thought she understood more than she did.
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"I know nothing, Masters!" she cried to the beasts.
"No!" said Selius Arconious.
She looked at him, wildly.
Could he care for her? But, of course, no.
It was merely his Gorean pride, that he would grant no concession to a foe, not a tarsk, not even an urt? "May I speak, Master?" cried Ellen.
"Yes," he said, puzzled.
Doubtless the beasts thought she understood more than she did.
"I know nothing, Masters!" she cried to the beasts.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )