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~Outlaw of Gor~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1967 by John Lange)
(Ballantine Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Outlaw of Gor, in which Tarl Cabot, fighting tarnsman of Gor and proud warrior of Ko-ro-ba, finds his home city razed, his wife and family scattered, possibly destroyed by the dreaded flame death of the priest-kings of Sardar--and Tarl himself declared outlaw.
~Inside~
Tarl Cabot, sometime Assistant Professor of History at a small American college, once again finds himself transported to Counter-Earth, the Planet Gor, from which he was snatched at the whim of the Priest-Kings. He welcomes this return to the planet and to the woman he has grown to love and falls easily into his role of Proud Warrior.
But he finds he can no longer be proud. His name, and the name of his City, and the names of all those he loved, have become anathema on Gor. He is an outcast and an outlaw.
Yet he knows the Priest Kings have not idly brought him back.
What sinister purpose have they in mind this time?
~Quotations from the Book, Outlaw of Gor~
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“I am offering a libation,” he said. “Ta-Sardar-Gor.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means---to the Priest-Kings of Gor!”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 13~
"I opened the leather bundle. In it I found the scarlet tunic, sandals and cloak which constitute the normal garb of a member of the Caste of Warriors. This was as it should be, as I was of that caste, and had been since that morning, some seven years ago, when in the Chamber of Council of High Caste I had accepted weapons from the hands of my father, Matthew Cabot, Administrator of Ko-ro-ba, and had taken the Home Stone of that city as my own."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 21~
"The round shield, concentric overlapping layers of hardened leather riveted together and bound with hoops of brass, fitted with the double sling for carrying on the left arm, was similarly unmarked. Normally the Gorean shield is painted boldly and has infixed in it some device for identifying the bearer's city."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 21~
"I now dressed myself in the scarlet garb of a warrior of Gor. I was puzzled that the garb, like the helmet and shield, bore no insignia. This was contrary to the ways of Gor, for normally only the habiliments of outlaws and exiles, men without a city, lack the identifying devices of which the Gorean is so proud."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 24~
"The road, like most Gorean roads, was built like a wall in the earth and was intended to last a hundred generations. The Gorean, having little idea of progress in our sense, takes great care in his building and workmanship. What he builds he expects men to use until the storms of time have worn it to dust. Yet this road, for all the loving craft of the Caste of Builders which had been lavished upon it, was only an unpretentious, subsidiary road, hardly wide enough for two carts to pass. Indeed, even the main roads to Ko-ro-ba were a far cry from the great highways that led to and from a metropolis like Ar."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 25~
"The Gorean day is divided into twenty Ahn, which are numbered consecutively. The tenth Ahn is noon, the twentieth, midnight. Each Ahn consistes of forty Ehn, or minutes, and each Ehn of eighty Ihn, or seconds."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 26~
"After dark, various serpents seek out the road for its warmth, its stones retaining the sun’s heat longer than the surrounding countryside. One such serpent was the huge, many-banded Gorean python, the hith. One to be feared even more perhaps was the tiny ost, a venomous, brilliantly orange reptile little more than a foot in length, whose bite spelled an excruciating death within seconds."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 26~
“I caught a strange, unpleasant scent, much like a common weasel or ferret, only stronger. In that instant every sense was alert.
I froze, an almost animal response.
I was silent, not moving, seeking the shelter of stillness and immobility. My head turned imperceptibly as I scanned the rocks and bushes about the road. I thought I heard a slight sniffing, a grunt, a small dog like whine. Then nothing.
It too had frozen, probably sensing my presence. Most likely it was a sleen, hopefully a young one. I guessed it had not been hunting me or I would not have been likely to have smelled it. It would have approached from upwind. Perhaps I stood thus for six or seven minutes. Then I saw it, on its six short legs, undulate across the road, like a furred lizard, its pointed, whiskered snout swaying from side to side testing the wind.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was indeed a young sleen, not more than eight feet long, and it lacked the patience of an older animal. Its attack, if it should detect my presence, would be noisy, a whistling rush, a clumsy squealing charge. It glided away into the darkness, perhaps not fully convinced that it was not alone, a young animal ready to neglect and overlook those slight traces that can spell the difference between death and survival in Gor’s brutal and predatory world.
~ Outlaw of Gor page 34 & 35~
"I had hardly moved another step when in a flash of lightning, I saw the sleen, this time a fully grown animal, some nineteen or twenty feet long, charging toward me, swiftly, noiselessly, its ears straight against its pointed head, its fur slick with rain, its fangs bared, its wide nocturnal eyes bright with the lust of the kill…..
With eagerness and a lust that matched that of the beast itself, I rushed forward in the darkness and when I judged its leap I lunged forward with the broad-headed spear of Gor. My arm felt wet and trapped, and was raked with fangs and I was spun as the animal squealed with rage and pain and rolled on the road. I withdrew my arm from the weak, aimlessly snapping jaws."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 36 & 37~
"The Gorean is suspicious of the stranger, particularly in the vicinity of his native walls. Indeed, in Gorean the same word is used for both stranger and enemy."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 49~
“I rejoiced that in at least one city on Gor the free women were not expected to wear the Robes of Concealment, confine their activities largely to their own quarters, and speak only to their blood relatives and, eventually, the Free Companion.
I thought that much of the barbarity of Gor might perhaps be traced to this foolish suppression of the fair sex, whose gentleness and intelligence might have made such a contribution in softening her harsh ways. To be sure, in certain cities, as had been the case in Ko-ro-ba, women were permitted status within the caste system and had a relatively unrestricted existence.
Indeed, in Ko-ro-ba, a woman might even leave her quarters without first obtaining the permission of a male relative or the Free Compaion, a freedom which was unusual on Gor. The women of Ko-ro-ba might even be found sitting unattended in the theater or at the reading of epics.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 49 & 50~
"Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, though often strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will be an easy one. She will almost never encounter sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean that she will not expect to be beaten if she disobeys, or fails to please her Master."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 53~
“It is not unusual for a Master to free one of his slave girls in order that she may share the full privileges of Free Companionship. One may have, at a given time, an indefinite number of slaves, but only one Free Companion. Such relationships are not entered into lightly, and they are normally sundered only by death.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 54~
"There is no marriage, as we know it, on Gor, but there is the institution of free companionship, which is its nearest correspondent. Surprisingly enough, a woman who is bought from her parents, for tarns of gold, is regarded as a free companion, even though she may not have been consulted in the transaction. More commendably, a free woman may herself, of her own free will, agree to be such a companion…..One may have, at a given time, an indefinate number of slaves, but only one Free Companion. Such relationships are not entered into lightly, and they are normally sundered only by death. Occasionally the Gorean, like his brothers in our world, perhaps even more frequently, learns the meaning of love."
~Outlaws of Gor, page 54~
“Indeed, it was known that some freewomen actually envied their lightly clad sisters in bondage, free, though wearing a collar, to come and go much as they pleased.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 66~
"I decided, if worse came to worst, that I could always go to a simple Paga Tavern where, if those of Tharna resembled those of Ko-ro-ba and Ar, one might, curled in a rug behind the low tables, unobtrusively spend the night for the price of a pot of Paga, a strong, fermented drink brewed from the yellow grains of Gor's staple crop, Sa-Tarna, or Life-Daughter."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 74~
"I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot;"
~ Outlaw of Gor, page 76~
"It was a giant urt, fat, sleek and white; it bared its three rows of needlelike white teeth at me and squealed in anger; two horns, tusks like flat crescents curved from its jaw; another two horns, similar to the first, modifications of the bony tissue forming the upper ridge of the eye socket, protruded over those gleaming eyes that seemed to feast themselves upon me, as if waiting the permission of the keeper to hurl itself on its feeding trough. Its fat body trembled with anticipation."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 86~
"I looked about the room, which curved to a dome some twenty-five feet above the floor. There were several exits, most of them rather small, barred apertures. From some I heard groaning. From some others I heard the shuffling and squealing of animals, perhaps more of the giant urts. By one wall there was a large bowl of burning coals, from which protruded the handles of several irons. A rack of some sort was placed near the bowl of coals. It was large enough to accommodate a human being. In certain of the walls chains were fixed, and here and there, other chains dangled from the ceiling. On the walls, as though in some workshop, there hung instruments of various sorts, which I shall not describe, other than to say that they were ingeniously designed for the torment of human beings. It was an ugly place."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 87~
"About the room, here and there, stood stern warriors of Tharna, grim in their blue helmets, each with a tiny silver mask on the temple - members of the palace guard…….
On the throne itself there sat a woman, proud, lofty in haughty dignity, garbed regally in majestic robes of golden cloth, wearing a mask not of silver but of pure gold, carved like the others in the image of a beautiful woman. The eyes behind the glittering mask of gold regarded me. No one need tell me that I stood in the presence of Lara, Tatrix of Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 90~
"She wore only a single garment, a long, narrow rectangle of rough, brown material, perhaps eighteen inches in wide, drawn over her head like a poncho, falling in front and back a bit above her knees and belted at the waist with a chain……….
I noted that her throat was encircled by a collar of gray metal. I supposed it indicated that she was a state slave of Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 102~
"On Gor, the singer, or poet, is regarded as a craftsman who makes strong sayings, much like a potmaker makes a good pot or a saddle-maker makes a worthy saddle. He has his role to play in the social structure, celebrating battles and histories, singing of heroes and cities, but also he is expected to sing of living, and of love and joy, not merely of arms and glory; and, too, it is his function to remind the Goreans from time to time of loneliness and death, lest they should forget that they are men."
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 103 & 104~
"In spite of some reservations the Poet, or Singer, was loved on Gor. It had not occurred to him that he owed misery and torment to his profession, and on the whole, the Caste of Poets was thought to be a most happy band of men. "A handful of bread for a song," was a common Gorean invitation extended to members of the caste, and it might occur on the lips of a peasant or a Ubar, and the poet took great pride that he would sing the same song in both the hut of the peasant and the halls of the Ubar, though it won for him only a crust of bread in one place and a cap of gold in the other, gold often squandered on a beautiful woman who might leave him nothing but his songs".
~Outlaw of Gor, page 104~
"The Caste of Poets is not so bad," I said to Linna.
"Of course not," she said, "but they are outlawed in Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 105~
“A crown of talender was often worn by the girl at the feast celebrating her Free Companionship.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 131 & 132~
"One is the fairs at the Sardar Mountains, which occur four times a year and are number chronologically."
~ Outlaw of Gor, page 179~
“What is your name?” I asked the girl.
“A slave has no name,” she said. “You may give me one if you wish.”
On Gor a slave, not being legally a person, does not have a name in his own right."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 196~
“From among the domed tents, wearing a swirling robe of broadly striped blue and yellow silk, with a headband of the same material, there approached a short, fat man, Targo the Slaver, he who was master of this small caravan. Targo wore purple sandals, the straps of which were set with pearls.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 191~
“The bronze head of the spear had cut through the brass loops on the shield and pierced the seven hardened concentric layers of bosk hide which formed it.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 237~
"In the streets of Tharna shortly after the end of the revolt the caste colors of Gor began to appear openly in the garments of the citizens. The marvelous glazing substances of the Caste of Builders, long prohibited as frivolous and expensive, began to appear on the walls of the cylinders, even on the walls of the city itself. Graveled streets are now being paved with blocks of colored stone set in patterns to delight the eye. The wood of the great gate has been polished and its brass burnished. New paint blazes upon the bridges."
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 247 & 248~
“When I had questioned her, Lara had said to me that only when true love is learned is the Free Companionship possible, and that some women can learn love only in chains. I wondered at her words.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 250 & 251~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1967 by John Lange)
(Ballantine Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Outlaw of Gor, in which Tarl Cabot, fighting tarnsman of Gor and proud warrior of Ko-ro-ba, finds his home city razed, his wife and family scattered, possibly destroyed by the dreaded flame death of the priest-kings of Sardar--and Tarl himself declared outlaw.
~Inside~
Tarl Cabot, sometime Assistant Professor of History at a small American college, once again finds himself transported to Counter-Earth, the Planet Gor, from which he was snatched at the whim of the Priest-Kings. He welcomes this return to the planet and to the woman he has grown to love and falls easily into his role of Proud Warrior.
But he finds he can no longer be proud. His name, and the name of his City, and the names of all those he loved, have become anathema on Gor. He is an outcast and an outlaw.
Yet he knows the Priest Kings have not idly brought him back.
What sinister purpose have they in mind this time?
~Quotations from the Book, Outlaw of Gor~
********************************************************************************************
“I am offering a libation,” he said. “Ta-Sardar-Gor.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means---to the Priest-Kings of Gor!”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 13~
"I opened the leather bundle. In it I found the scarlet tunic, sandals and cloak which constitute the normal garb of a member of the Caste of Warriors. This was as it should be, as I was of that caste, and had been since that morning, some seven years ago, when in the Chamber of Council of High Caste I had accepted weapons from the hands of my father, Matthew Cabot, Administrator of Ko-ro-ba, and had taken the Home Stone of that city as my own."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 21~
"The round shield, concentric overlapping layers of hardened leather riveted together and bound with hoops of brass, fitted with the double sling for carrying on the left arm, was similarly unmarked. Normally the Gorean shield is painted boldly and has infixed in it some device for identifying the bearer's city."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 21~
"I now dressed myself in the scarlet garb of a warrior of Gor. I was puzzled that the garb, like the helmet and shield, bore no insignia. This was contrary to the ways of Gor, for normally only the habiliments of outlaws and exiles, men without a city, lack the identifying devices of which the Gorean is so proud."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 24~
"The road, like most Gorean roads, was built like a wall in the earth and was intended to last a hundred generations. The Gorean, having little idea of progress in our sense, takes great care in his building and workmanship. What he builds he expects men to use until the storms of time have worn it to dust. Yet this road, for all the loving craft of the Caste of Builders which had been lavished upon it, was only an unpretentious, subsidiary road, hardly wide enough for two carts to pass. Indeed, even the main roads to Ko-ro-ba were a far cry from the great highways that led to and from a metropolis like Ar."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 25~
"The Gorean day is divided into twenty Ahn, which are numbered consecutively. The tenth Ahn is noon, the twentieth, midnight. Each Ahn consistes of forty Ehn, or minutes, and each Ehn of eighty Ihn, or seconds."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 26~
"After dark, various serpents seek out the road for its warmth, its stones retaining the sun’s heat longer than the surrounding countryside. One such serpent was the huge, many-banded Gorean python, the hith. One to be feared even more perhaps was the tiny ost, a venomous, brilliantly orange reptile little more than a foot in length, whose bite spelled an excruciating death within seconds."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 26~
“I caught a strange, unpleasant scent, much like a common weasel or ferret, only stronger. In that instant every sense was alert.
I froze, an almost animal response.
I was silent, not moving, seeking the shelter of stillness and immobility. My head turned imperceptibly as I scanned the rocks and bushes about the road. I thought I heard a slight sniffing, a grunt, a small dog like whine. Then nothing.
It too had frozen, probably sensing my presence. Most likely it was a sleen, hopefully a young one. I guessed it had not been hunting me or I would not have been likely to have smelled it. It would have approached from upwind. Perhaps I stood thus for six or seven minutes. Then I saw it, on its six short legs, undulate across the road, like a furred lizard, its pointed, whiskered snout swaying from side to side testing the wind.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was indeed a young sleen, not more than eight feet long, and it lacked the patience of an older animal. Its attack, if it should detect my presence, would be noisy, a whistling rush, a clumsy squealing charge. It glided away into the darkness, perhaps not fully convinced that it was not alone, a young animal ready to neglect and overlook those slight traces that can spell the difference between death and survival in Gor’s brutal and predatory world.
~ Outlaw of Gor page 34 & 35~
"I had hardly moved another step when in a flash of lightning, I saw the sleen, this time a fully grown animal, some nineteen or twenty feet long, charging toward me, swiftly, noiselessly, its ears straight against its pointed head, its fur slick with rain, its fangs bared, its wide nocturnal eyes bright with the lust of the kill…..
With eagerness and a lust that matched that of the beast itself, I rushed forward in the darkness and when I judged its leap I lunged forward with the broad-headed spear of Gor. My arm felt wet and trapped, and was raked with fangs and I was spun as the animal squealed with rage and pain and rolled on the road. I withdrew my arm from the weak, aimlessly snapping jaws."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 36 & 37~
"The Gorean is suspicious of the stranger, particularly in the vicinity of his native walls. Indeed, in Gorean the same word is used for both stranger and enemy."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 49~
“I rejoiced that in at least one city on Gor the free women were not expected to wear the Robes of Concealment, confine their activities largely to their own quarters, and speak only to their blood relatives and, eventually, the Free Companion.
I thought that much of the barbarity of Gor might perhaps be traced to this foolish suppression of the fair sex, whose gentleness and intelligence might have made such a contribution in softening her harsh ways. To be sure, in certain cities, as had been the case in Ko-ro-ba, women were permitted status within the caste system and had a relatively unrestricted existence.
Indeed, in Ko-ro-ba, a woman might even leave her quarters without first obtaining the permission of a male relative or the Free Compaion, a freedom which was unusual on Gor. The women of Ko-ro-ba might even be found sitting unattended in the theater or at the reading of epics.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 49 & 50~
"Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, though often strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will be an easy one. She will almost never encounter sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean that she will not expect to be beaten if she disobeys, or fails to please her Master."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 53~
“It is not unusual for a Master to free one of his slave girls in order that she may share the full privileges of Free Companionship. One may have, at a given time, an indefinite number of slaves, but only one Free Companion. Such relationships are not entered into lightly, and they are normally sundered only by death.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 54~
"There is no marriage, as we know it, on Gor, but there is the institution of free companionship, which is its nearest correspondent. Surprisingly enough, a woman who is bought from her parents, for tarns of gold, is regarded as a free companion, even though she may not have been consulted in the transaction. More commendably, a free woman may herself, of her own free will, agree to be such a companion…..One may have, at a given time, an indefinate number of slaves, but only one Free Companion. Such relationships are not entered into lightly, and they are normally sundered only by death. Occasionally the Gorean, like his brothers in our world, perhaps even more frequently, learns the meaning of love."
~Outlaws of Gor, page 54~
“Indeed, it was known that some freewomen actually envied their lightly clad sisters in bondage, free, though wearing a collar, to come and go much as they pleased.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 66~
"I decided, if worse came to worst, that I could always go to a simple Paga Tavern where, if those of Tharna resembled those of Ko-ro-ba and Ar, one might, curled in a rug behind the low tables, unobtrusively spend the night for the price of a pot of Paga, a strong, fermented drink brewed from the yellow grains of Gor's staple crop, Sa-Tarna, or Life-Daughter."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 74~
"I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot;"
~ Outlaw of Gor, page 76~
"It was a giant urt, fat, sleek and white; it bared its three rows of needlelike white teeth at me and squealed in anger; two horns, tusks like flat crescents curved from its jaw; another two horns, similar to the first, modifications of the bony tissue forming the upper ridge of the eye socket, protruded over those gleaming eyes that seemed to feast themselves upon me, as if waiting the permission of the keeper to hurl itself on its feeding trough. Its fat body trembled with anticipation."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 86~
"I looked about the room, which curved to a dome some twenty-five feet above the floor. There were several exits, most of them rather small, barred apertures. From some I heard groaning. From some others I heard the shuffling and squealing of animals, perhaps more of the giant urts. By one wall there was a large bowl of burning coals, from which protruded the handles of several irons. A rack of some sort was placed near the bowl of coals. It was large enough to accommodate a human being. In certain of the walls chains were fixed, and here and there, other chains dangled from the ceiling. On the walls, as though in some workshop, there hung instruments of various sorts, which I shall not describe, other than to say that they were ingeniously designed for the torment of human beings. It was an ugly place."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 87~
"About the room, here and there, stood stern warriors of Tharna, grim in their blue helmets, each with a tiny silver mask on the temple - members of the palace guard…….
On the throne itself there sat a woman, proud, lofty in haughty dignity, garbed regally in majestic robes of golden cloth, wearing a mask not of silver but of pure gold, carved like the others in the image of a beautiful woman. The eyes behind the glittering mask of gold regarded me. No one need tell me that I stood in the presence of Lara, Tatrix of Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 90~
"She wore only a single garment, a long, narrow rectangle of rough, brown material, perhaps eighteen inches in wide, drawn over her head like a poncho, falling in front and back a bit above her knees and belted at the waist with a chain……….
I noted that her throat was encircled by a collar of gray metal. I supposed it indicated that she was a state slave of Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 102~
"On Gor, the singer, or poet, is regarded as a craftsman who makes strong sayings, much like a potmaker makes a good pot or a saddle-maker makes a worthy saddle. He has his role to play in the social structure, celebrating battles and histories, singing of heroes and cities, but also he is expected to sing of living, and of love and joy, not merely of arms and glory; and, too, it is his function to remind the Goreans from time to time of loneliness and death, lest they should forget that they are men."
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 103 & 104~
"In spite of some reservations the Poet, or Singer, was loved on Gor. It had not occurred to him that he owed misery and torment to his profession, and on the whole, the Caste of Poets was thought to be a most happy band of men. "A handful of bread for a song," was a common Gorean invitation extended to members of the caste, and it might occur on the lips of a peasant or a Ubar, and the poet took great pride that he would sing the same song in both the hut of the peasant and the halls of the Ubar, though it won for him only a crust of bread in one place and a cap of gold in the other, gold often squandered on a beautiful woman who might leave him nothing but his songs".
~Outlaw of Gor, page 104~
"The Caste of Poets is not so bad," I said to Linna.
"Of course not," she said, "but they are outlawed in Tharna."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 105~
“A crown of talender was often worn by the girl at the feast celebrating her Free Companionship.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 131 & 132~
"One is the fairs at the Sardar Mountains, which occur four times a year and are number chronologically."
~ Outlaw of Gor, page 179~
“What is your name?” I asked the girl.
“A slave has no name,” she said. “You may give me one if you wish.”
On Gor a slave, not being legally a person, does not have a name in his own right."
~Outlaw of Gor, Page 196~
“From among the domed tents, wearing a swirling robe of broadly striped blue and yellow silk, with a headband of the same material, there approached a short, fat man, Targo the Slaver, he who was master of this small caravan. Targo wore purple sandals, the straps of which were set with pearls.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 191~
“The bronze head of the spear had cut through the brass loops on the shield and pierced the seven hardened concentric layers of bosk hide which formed it.”
~Outlaw of Gor, page 237~
"In the streets of Tharna shortly after the end of the revolt the caste colors of Gor began to appear openly in the garments of the citizens. The marvelous glazing substances of the Caste of Builders, long prohibited as frivolous and expensive, began to appear on the walls of the cylinders, even on the walls of the city itself. Graveled streets are now being paved with blocks of colored stone set in patterns to delight the eye. The wood of the great gate has been polished and its brass burnished. New paint blazes upon the bridges."
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 247 & 248~
“When I had questioned her, Lara had said to me that only when true love is learned is the Free Companionship possible, and that some women can learn love only in chains. I wondered at her words.”
~Outlaw of Gor, pages 250 & 251~