Now many assassins roamed Gor, fearing to wear the somber black tunic of their caste, disguised as members of other castes, not infrequently as warriors.
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"I am not an assassin," I repeated.
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"Of course not," said the man.
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"The caste of Assassins no longer exists".
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I doubted that.
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"But are you not intrigued, Stranger," asked the man, his pale eyes squinting up at me through the folds of the gray robe, "by the offer of a tarn, gold and provisions?" "What must I do to earn this?" I asked.
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"You need kill no one," said the man.
Now many assassins roamed Gor, fearing to wear the somber black tunic of their caste, disguised as members of other castes, not infrequently as warriors.
"I am not an assassin," I repeated.
"Of course not," said the man.
"The caste of Assassins no longer exists".
I doubted that.
"But are you not intrigued, Stranger," asked the man, his pale eyes squinting up at me through the folds of the gray robe, "by the offer of a tarn, gold and provisions?" "What must I do to earn this?" I asked.
"You need kill no one," said the man.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )