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They are so beautiful! It was delightful to see them, too, in their free Ehn on deck, hurry to the rail, throw back their heads, and drink in the keen, rushing fresh air of vast, glorious Thassa. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #36)

Did the slut not know she was marked, incisively, unmistakably, and quite nicely; did she think she could slip a collar? I recalled her insolence in the place of dining. Did she not recall her punishment, at the mast, nor my lenience in not running her back to the Kasra keeping area, hands thonged behind her, a punishment tag wired to her collar? I recalled how she had begged, kneeling, at my feet, as a slave, plaintively, the attentions of a master, which attentions had been denied her. Was she now concerned to pretend that that had never happened, or that it had been of negligible consequence? Did she dare now attempt to assume the airs, the attitude, of a free woman? Did she not know that at a mere snapping of fingers she must tear away her tunic and prostrate herself? I was not the only fellow, of course, as you may have gathered, who enjoyed seeing kajirae brought to the deck, and exercised. They are so beautiful! It was delightful to see them, too, in their free Ehn on deck, hurry to the rail, throw back their heads, and drink in the keen, rushing fresh air of vast, glorious thassa. I did not know how much they knew of our venture, of the course, of the incidents at the warning ship, and such. Did they know that war had been done on this very deck, now sanded and smoothed clean? Did they know of the fleet of Lord Yamada? Did they understand that these waters, so glasslike, so serene, might be fraught with peril? I supposed not. Would one explain such things to verr or kaiila? Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 17)