There was not much conversation in the cell, for the men perhaps had little to say, and their bodies were worn with the cruel labors of the day.
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I sat with my back against the damp wall, listening to the sounds of their sleep.
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I was far from the Sardar Mountains, far from the priest-kings of Gor.
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I had failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends.
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There would not be a stone set upon another stone.
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The riddle of the priest-kings, of their cruel, incomprehensible will, would not be solved.
"We have all failed," I said.
There was not much conversation in the cell, for the men perhaps had little to say, and their bodies were worn with the cruel labors of the day.
I sat with my back against the damp wall, listening to the sounds of their sleep.
I was far from the Sardar Mountains, far from the priest-kings of Gor.
I had failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends.
There would not be a stone set upon another stone.
The riddle of the priest-kings, of their cruel, incomprehensible will, would not be solved.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )