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~Blood Brothers of Gor~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1982 by John Norman)
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Tarl Cabot, seeking the monsters from the Steel Worlds, found himself among the cruel savages who ruled the vast Barrens. Though himself enslaved, he stood with his comrades and masters against a coming onslaught.
For the Kur had united the enemies of the tribe that held Cabot, and death and destruction were unleashed. Out of the plains came riding hordes of feud-driven braves, from the skies came a host of maddened tarn-riders, and even among the slave girls held by the blood brothers there was a devilish treason.
Blood Brothers of Gor is one of the great John Norman epics. It is a long novel of constant action, told in depth and detail, of a struggle fought for the fate of a world where strong men clash and beautiful women await their victors.
~Inside~
A horrifying sound came from the ranks of the Yellow Knives and the soldiers. It was a long, howling cry. It must have struck terror, too, into the hearts of the foe. The sound was unmistakable. I had heard it on the rocky slopes of Torvaldsland, on the sands of the Tahari, in the jungles of the Ua.
Emerging then from the ranks of the enemy came a gigantic Kur, some nine feet in height, some nine hundred pounds in weight. It carried a huge shield and lance, the accounterments of a man. Behind it, on each side similarly armed, came others.
The lines, men screaming, mounts wheeling about, were shattered. Fear became flight, and flight rout, and rout slaughter. Yellow knives and soldiers pressed on. Women and children screamed.
I lowered my lance. I trained it on the heart of the gigantic Kur. It was Sardak, the leader of the death squad from the steel worlds...
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~Quotations from the book, Blood Brothers of Gor~
"She began, then, helplessly, to dance her servitude, her submission, her slavery. The dance, then, came helplessly from the depths of her. The tethers pulled her back from the pole and she reached forth for it. She struggled to reach it, writhing. Bit by bit she was permitted to near it, and then she embraced it. She climbed, then, upon the pole. There her dance, on her knees, her belly and back, squirming and clutching, continued….…….Winyela now knelt on the pole and bent backwards, until her hair fell about the wood, and then she slipped her legs down about the pole and lay back on it, her hands holding to the pole behind her head. She reared helplessly on the pole, and writhed upon it, almost as though she might have been chained to it, and then, she turned about and lay on the pole, on her stomach, her thighs gripping it, her hands pushing her body up, and away from the pole, and then, suddenly, moving down about the trunk, bringing her head and shoulders down. Her red hair hung about the smooth, white wood. Her lips, again and again, pressed down upon it, in helpless kisses."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, Page 41~
“I thought I would have her ears pierced. This would, in effect, guarantee that she would remain always only a slave on Gor. Gorean men find pierced ears, as do many men of Earth, stimulatory. To the Gorean such ear-piercing speaks blatantly of bondage. Penetration of a woman's flesh is publicly symbolized, in her very body; the wounds inflicted on her were intended and deliberate; and her body has now been prepared to bear, fastened in its very flesh, barbaric ornamentation. These things all speak to the Gorean of the female slave…….. Slave girls of course, once they have begun to learn their collars, and once they have begun to learn that they are truly slaves, and what it might mean, become very vain and proud over the piercing of their ears. They know that it makes them more attractive to men, and significantly so, and, too, they relish being able, with earrings, to make themselves even more beautiful and exciting. Slave girls tend to be very proud and happy in their sexuality.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 48~
"If a free woman would assure herself of her man’s love, she could not do better than, in effect, become his slave. She can beg of him, if she senses in herself the true bondage of love, an enslavement ceremony, in which she proclaims herself, and becomes, his slave. In their most secret and intimate relations thereafter she lives and loves as his slave. If a woman fears to do this she may, on an experimental basis, resort to limited self-contracting, in which her documents will contain stated termination dates. Thus, by her own free will, she becomes a slave for a specific period, ranging usually from an evening to a year. The woman enters into this arrangement freely; she cannot, of course, withdraw from it in the same way."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 101~
"The position of the tower slave, in most cities, is very similar to that of the pleasure slave. The major difference is that the tower slave.........kneels with her knees in a closed position, whereas the pleasure slave, in a symbolic recognition of the fuller nature of her bondage, and its most significant aspects, kneels with them in open position."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 107~
"A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, "Slave lips," must form her mouth for kissing. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this position until she kisses or is kissed. Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully pursed slave lips position. The command which commonly follows the "Slave lips" command is, "Please me."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 111~
“Whereas a free woman may often make a man angry with impunity, she being lofty and free, this latitude is seldom extended to the slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 221~
"The commercial value of long hair might also be mentioned. Aside from the obvious fact that it might improve the price of a girl in her sale or resale, it can also be sheared and sold. Free women sometimes buy hair for wigs or falls."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 245~
“Some Goreans think of the Free Companionship as being a form of contract slavery; this is not, of course, precisely correct; on the other hand, if more women took that definition seriously, I have little doubt but what free companionships would be far more rewarding than they now are, for many couples. They might then, under that interpretation, and held contractually enforceable on the woman, be that next best thing to her actual slavery.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 246~
“Are you truly slave--Mira?” asked the girl.
Mira cast a glance at me.
“You may respond,” I told her.
“Yes, I am a slave,” said Mira, “totally.”
“What was he doing to you, before?” ask the girl.
“You watched?” asked Mira.
“Yes,” said the girl.
“He was enjoying me and using me as what I am, a slave,” she said.
“Are you embarrassed?” asked the girl.
“No,” said Mira. “A slave is not permitted modesty.”
“You seemed ecstatic with pleasure, overcome with gratitude and joy,” said the girl.
“It was my yielding.” She said.
“Need you have yielded like that?' asked the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira, “The slave is given no alternative other than to yield to the master fully.”
“But you would want to yield like that, wouldn't you?” asked the girl.
“Yes.” said Mira.
“Then the slave is forced to do what she, in her most secret heart, most deeply desires to do,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira. “But you must understand that a slave's lot is not an easy one. We are often worked long and hard.”
“But is there not a pleasure in such a service?” asked the girl.
“At one time I would not have thought so,” said Mira, “but I know now, now that I am an owned slave, that there is.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, pages 295 & 296~
'We may protest, of course, if the masters see fit to permit it,” said Mira, “but then, when we are finished, our discipline is reimposed upon us, perhaps even more severely.”
“Discipline?” breathed the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira, “the slave girl is subject to discipline and punishment. She is owned, like a sleen or tarsk is owned. She is owned, literally owned. You must understand that in its full sense. Accordingly, anything may be done with her that the master wishes. She may even be slain, if the master wishes.”
“Then the slave girl is totally helpless,” said the girl. “She is totally at the mercy of the master.”
“Yes,” said Mira.
“I would like that,” said the girl.
“Oh?” asked Mira.
“Are you happy?” asked the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira. “incredibly so.”
“Do you not desire freedom?” asked the girl.
“The only freedom I would now desire,” said Mira “would be the freedom to be totally a slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 296~
“You understand, do you not,” I asked the girl, “the meaning of this?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You may freely enter into the state of bondage,” I told her, “but you may not freely leave it. This thing, once it is done to you, is, on your part, irreversible. It is not then within your power to break, alter or amend it in any way. You will then, you see, no longer be a free person, but only a slave.”
“I understand,” she said. She then turned to the young man. “I am ready,” she said. “Make me a slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 298~
“Even warriors long sometimes for the sight of their own flags, atop friendly walls, for the courtyards of their keeps, for the hearths of their halls. Thus admit the Codes.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 306~
“Sometimes slaves are skillful in immeshing masters in the toils of their beauty. How often do they conquer us with their softness! How often are we the victims of their delicious, insidious charms and wiles! What drums and alarms are found, upon occasion, in their glances and smiles. What battalions can march in a tearful eye and a trembling lip. What potent strategies can lurk in the line of a breast or the turn of a hip. How a bent knee and a bowed head can wrench a man's guts. Helplessness and vulnerability seem strange shields; how implausible is gentleness as an instrument of diplomacy; what an unlikely weapon is her tenderness. Who is most powerful, I wondered, the master or the slave? Then I realized that it is the master who is most powerful for he may, if he wishes, put her on the block and sell her or dispose of her in any way he pleases. In the end, in the final analysis, it is he, and not she, who holds the whip. It is she who, in the end, must kneel at the feet of a master, completely at his mercy, her will, in the final analysis, nothing. It is she who, in the end, in the final analysis, is owned, and must please, absolutely.”
~ Blood Brothers of Gor, page 316~
"To be perfectly honest, however, ear piercing for Gorean slaves is now much more common than it was a few years ago. Perhaps the time will come when the slave will be a rarity who has not felt the two thrusts of the leatherworker’s needle. The growing prevelance of ear piercing probably has to do, at least significantly, with its tendency to stimulate the sexual aggression of the Gorean male. Accordingly, girls with pierced ears, “pierced-ear girls,” tend to bring higher prices in the markets."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 336 & 337~
“Sometimes, however, the free woman in a captured city is not, say, simply stripped, thrown down and tied, later to be turned over to an iron master for the searing kiss of his white-hot metal. Sometimes, rather, she, stripped, and presented before officers, is offered the choice between swift, honorable decapitation and slavery. If she chooses slavery, she may be expected to step onto a submission mat, and kneel there, head down, enter a slave pen of her own accord, or, say, fully acknowledging herself a slave, belly to an officer, kissing his feet. The question is sometimes put to her in somewhat the following fashion. "If you are a free woman, speak your freedom and advance, now, to the headman's block, or, if you are truly a slave, and have only been masquerading until now as a free woman, step now, if you wish, upon the mat of submission and kneel there, in this act becoming at last, explicitly, a legal slave." She is then expected, sometimes, kneeling, to lick the feet of a soldier, who then rapes her on the mat. It is commonly regarded as an acceptable introduction for a woman to her explicit and legal slavery.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 337~
"Alas," said Pumpkin, "we only have porridge."
"To share the kettle of a friend," I said, "is to dine with a Ubar".
"That, too, is a Gorean saying, isn't it?" asked Pumpkin.
"Yes." I said.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 349~
"The status of being a public slave tends to be an ambiguous one. What is a girl to do, how is she to act, to whom is she to relate? In such a status she is an impersonal property, as of a state, clan or tribe. No particular master is likely to have any special concern for her, nor can she, as such a slave, ameliorate or improve her condition, or even secure, to some extent, her possibilities of survival, by becoming, invirture of deep, sweet, delicate, intimate and exquisite relationships, so fulfilling to both the woman and the man, a prized possession of her owner, a treasure to her master."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 450~
“Similarly, the expression `red-silk,' in Gorean, tends to be used as a category in slaving, and also, outside of the slaving context, as an expression in vulgar discourse, indicating that the woman is no longer a virgin, or, as the Goreans say, at least vulgarly of slaves, that her body has been opened by men. Its contrasting term is `white-silk,' usually used of slaves who are still virgins, or, equivalently, slaves whose bodies have not yet been opened by men. Needless to say, slaves seldom spend a great deal of time in the `white-silk' category. It is common not to dally in initiating a slave into the realities of her condition."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472~
"Cuwignaka’s knife moved on his own forearm, and then on mine, and then in Hci’s.
"You cannot be a member of the Sleen Soldiers of the All Comrades,” had said Hci, “ for you are not Kaiila, and you do not know our dances and mysteries, the contents of our medicine bundles."
"There is another thing," had said Cuwignaka, "which can be done."
"Do it," had said Hci.
Cuwignaka held his arm to mine, and then I held my arm to that of Hci, and then Hci, in turn, held his arm to that of Cuwignaka. Thus was the circle of blood closed.
"It is done," said Cuwignaka.
"Brothers," I said.
"Brothers," said Hci.
"Brothers," said Cuwignaka."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 475~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1982 by John Norman)
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Tarl Cabot, seeking the monsters from the Steel Worlds, found himself among the cruel savages who ruled the vast Barrens. Though himself enslaved, he stood with his comrades and masters against a coming onslaught.
For the Kur had united the enemies of the tribe that held Cabot, and death and destruction were unleashed. Out of the plains came riding hordes of feud-driven braves, from the skies came a host of maddened tarn-riders, and even among the slave girls held by the blood brothers there was a devilish treason.
Blood Brothers of Gor is one of the great John Norman epics. It is a long novel of constant action, told in depth and detail, of a struggle fought for the fate of a world where strong men clash and beautiful women await their victors.
~Inside~
A horrifying sound came from the ranks of the Yellow Knives and the soldiers. It was a long, howling cry. It must have struck terror, too, into the hearts of the foe. The sound was unmistakable. I had heard it on the rocky slopes of Torvaldsland, on the sands of the Tahari, in the jungles of the Ua.
Emerging then from the ranks of the enemy came a gigantic Kur, some nine feet in height, some nine hundred pounds in weight. It carried a huge shield and lance, the accounterments of a man. Behind it, on each side similarly armed, came others.
The lines, men screaming, mounts wheeling about, were shattered. Fear became flight, and flight rout, and rout slaughter. Yellow knives and soldiers pressed on. Women and children screamed.
I lowered my lance. I trained it on the heart of the gigantic Kur. It was Sardak, the leader of the death squad from the steel worlds...
********************************************************************************************
~Quotations from the book, Blood Brothers of Gor~
"She began, then, helplessly, to dance her servitude, her submission, her slavery. The dance, then, came helplessly from the depths of her. The tethers pulled her back from the pole and she reached forth for it. She struggled to reach it, writhing. Bit by bit she was permitted to near it, and then she embraced it. She climbed, then, upon the pole. There her dance, on her knees, her belly and back, squirming and clutching, continued….…….Winyela now knelt on the pole and bent backwards, until her hair fell about the wood, and then she slipped her legs down about the pole and lay back on it, her hands holding to the pole behind her head. She reared helplessly on the pole, and writhed upon it, almost as though she might have been chained to it, and then, she turned about and lay on the pole, on her stomach, her thighs gripping it, her hands pushing her body up, and away from the pole, and then, suddenly, moving down about the trunk, bringing her head and shoulders down. Her red hair hung about the smooth, white wood. Her lips, again and again, pressed down upon it, in helpless kisses."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, Page 41~
“I thought I would have her ears pierced. This would, in effect, guarantee that she would remain always only a slave on Gor. Gorean men find pierced ears, as do many men of Earth, stimulatory. To the Gorean such ear-piercing speaks blatantly of bondage. Penetration of a woman's flesh is publicly symbolized, in her very body; the wounds inflicted on her were intended and deliberate; and her body has now been prepared to bear, fastened in its very flesh, barbaric ornamentation. These things all speak to the Gorean of the female slave…….. Slave girls of course, once they have begun to learn their collars, and once they have begun to learn that they are truly slaves, and what it might mean, become very vain and proud over the piercing of their ears. They know that it makes them more attractive to men, and significantly so, and, too, they relish being able, with earrings, to make themselves even more beautiful and exciting. Slave girls tend to be very proud and happy in their sexuality.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 48~
"If a free woman would assure herself of her man’s love, she could not do better than, in effect, become his slave. She can beg of him, if she senses in herself the true bondage of love, an enslavement ceremony, in which she proclaims herself, and becomes, his slave. In their most secret and intimate relations thereafter she lives and loves as his slave. If a woman fears to do this she may, on an experimental basis, resort to limited self-contracting, in which her documents will contain stated termination dates. Thus, by her own free will, she becomes a slave for a specific period, ranging usually from an evening to a year. The woman enters into this arrangement freely; she cannot, of course, withdraw from it in the same way."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 101~
"The position of the tower slave, in most cities, is very similar to that of the pleasure slave. The major difference is that the tower slave.........kneels with her knees in a closed position, whereas the pleasure slave, in a symbolic recognition of the fuller nature of her bondage, and its most significant aspects, kneels with them in open position."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 107~
"A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, "Slave lips," must form her mouth for kissing. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this position until she kisses or is kissed. Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully pursed slave lips position. The command which commonly follows the "Slave lips" command is, "Please me."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 111~
“Whereas a free woman may often make a man angry with impunity, she being lofty and free, this latitude is seldom extended to the slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 221~
"The commercial value of long hair might also be mentioned. Aside from the obvious fact that it might improve the price of a girl in her sale or resale, it can also be sheared and sold. Free women sometimes buy hair for wigs or falls."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 245~
“Some Goreans think of the Free Companionship as being a form of contract slavery; this is not, of course, precisely correct; on the other hand, if more women took that definition seriously, I have little doubt but what free companionships would be far more rewarding than they now are, for many couples. They might then, under that interpretation, and held contractually enforceable on the woman, be that next best thing to her actual slavery.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 246~
“Are you truly slave--Mira?” asked the girl.
Mira cast a glance at me.
“You may respond,” I told her.
“Yes, I am a slave,” said Mira, “totally.”
“What was he doing to you, before?” ask the girl.
“You watched?” asked Mira.
“Yes,” said the girl.
“He was enjoying me and using me as what I am, a slave,” she said.
“Are you embarrassed?” asked the girl.
“No,” said Mira. “A slave is not permitted modesty.”
“You seemed ecstatic with pleasure, overcome with gratitude and joy,” said the girl.
“It was my yielding.” She said.
“Need you have yielded like that?' asked the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira, “The slave is given no alternative other than to yield to the master fully.”
“But you would want to yield like that, wouldn't you?” asked the girl.
“Yes.” said Mira.
“Then the slave is forced to do what she, in her most secret heart, most deeply desires to do,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira. “But you must understand that a slave's lot is not an easy one. We are often worked long and hard.”
“But is there not a pleasure in such a service?” asked the girl.
“At one time I would not have thought so,” said Mira, “but I know now, now that I am an owned slave, that there is.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, pages 295 & 296~
'We may protest, of course, if the masters see fit to permit it,” said Mira, “but then, when we are finished, our discipline is reimposed upon us, perhaps even more severely.”
“Discipline?” breathed the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira, “the slave girl is subject to discipline and punishment. She is owned, like a sleen or tarsk is owned. She is owned, literally owned. You must understand that in its full sense. Accordingly, anything may be done with her that the master wishes. She may even be slain, if the master wishes.”
“Then the slave girl is totally helpless,” said the girl. “She is totally at the mercy of the master.”
“Yes,” said Mira.
“I would like that,” said the girl.
“Oh?” asked Mira.
“Are you happy?” asked the girl.
“Yes,” said Mira. “incredibly so.”
“Do you not desire freedom?” asked the girl.
“The only freedom I would now desire,” said Mira “would be the freedom to be totally a slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 296~
“You understand, do you not,” I asked the girl, “the meaning of this?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You may freely enter into the state of bondage,” I told her, “but you may not freely leave it. This thing, once it is done to you, is, on your part, irreversible. It is not then within your power to break, alter or amend it in any way. You will then, you see, no longer be a free person, but only a slave.”
“I understand,” she said. She then turned to the young man. “I am ready,” she said. “Make me a slave.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 298~
“Even warriors long sometimes for the sight of their own flags, atop friendly walls, for the courtyards of their keeps, for the hearths of their halls. Thus admit the Codes.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 306~
“Sometimes slaves are skillful in immeshing masters in the toils of their beauty. How often do they conquer us with their softness! How often are we the victims of their delicious, insidious charms and wiles! What drums and alarms are found, upon occasion, in their glances and smiles. What battalions can march in a tearful eye and a trembling lip. What potent strategies can lurk in the line of a breast or the turn of a hip. How a bent knee and a bowed head can wrench a man's guts. Helplessness and vulnerability seem strange shields; how implausible is gentleness as an instrument of diplomacy; what an unlikely weapon is her tenderness. Who is most powerful, I wondered, the master or the slave? Then I realized that it is the master who is most powerful for he may, if he wishes, put her on the block and sell her or dispose of her in any way he pleases. In the end, in the final analysis, it is he, and not she, who holds the whip. It is she who, in the end, must kneel at the feet of a master, completely at his mercy, her will, in the final analysis, nothing. It is she who, in the end, in the final analysis, is owned, and must please, absolutely.”
~ Blood Brothers of Gor, page 316~
"To be perfectly honest, however, ear piercing for Gorean slaves is now much more common than it was a few years ago. Perhaps the time will come when the slave will be a rarity who has not felt the two thrusts of the leatherworker’s needle. The growing prevelance of ear piercing probably has to do, at least significantly, with its tendency to stimulate the sexual aggression of the Gorean male. Accordingly, girls with pierced ears, “pierced-ear girls,” tend to bring higher prices in the markets."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 336 & 337~
“Sometimes, however, the free woman in a captured city is not, say, simply stripped, thrown down and tied, later to be turned over to an iron master for the searing kiss of his white-hot metal. Sometimes, rather, she, stripped, and presented before officers, is offered the choice between swift, honorable decapitation and slavery. If she chooses slavery, she may be expected to step onto a submission mat, and kneel there, head down, enter a slave pen of her own accord, or, say, fully acknowledging herself a slave, belly to an officer, kissing his feet. The question is sometimes put to her in somewhat the following fashion. "If you are a free woman, speak your freedom and advance, now, to the headman's block, or, if you are truly a slave, and have only been masquerading until now as a free woman, step now, if you wish, upon the mat of submission and kneel there, in this act becoming at last, explicitly, a legal slave." She is then expected, sometimes, kneeling, to lick the feet of a soldier, who then rapes her on the mat. It is commonly regarded as an acceptable introduction for a woman to her explicit and legal slavery.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 337~
"Alas," said Pumpkin, "we only have porridge."
"To share the kettle of a friend," I said, "is to dine with a Ubar".
"That, too, is a Gorean saying, isn't it?" asked Pumpkin.
"Yes." I said.”
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 349~
"The status of being a public slave tends to be an ambiguous one. What is a girl to do, how is she to act, to whom is she to relate? In such a status she is an impersonal property, as of a state, clan or tribe. No particular master is likely to have any special concern for her, nor can she, as such a slave, ameliorate or improve her condition, or even secure, to some extent, her possibilities of survival, by becoming, invirture of deep, sweet, delicate, intimate and exquisite relationships, so fulfilling to both the woman and the man, a prized possession of her owner, a treasure to her master."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 450~
“Similarly, the expression `red-silk,' in Gorean, tends to be used as a category in slaving, and also, outside of the slaving context, as an expression in vulgar discourse, indicating that the woman is no longer a virgin, or, as the Goreans say, at least vulgarly of slaves, that her body has been opened by men. Its contrasting term is `white-silk,' usually used of slaves who are still virgins, or, equivalently, slaves whose bodies have not yet been opened by men. Needless to say, slaves seldom spend a great deal of time in the `white-silk' category. It is common not to dally in initiating a slave into the realities of her condition."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 472~
"Cuwignaka’s knife moved on his own forearm, and then on mine, and then in Hci’s.
"You cannot be a member of the Sleen Soldiers of the All Comrades,” had said Hci, “ for you are not Kaiila, and you do not know our dances and mysteries, the contents of our medicine bundles."
"There is another thing," had said Cuwignaka, "which can be done."
"Do it," had said Hci.
Cuwignaka held his arm to mine, and then I held my arm to that of Hci, and then Hci, in turn, held his arm to that of Cuwignaka. Thus was the circle of blood closed.
"It is done," said Cuwignaka.
"Brothers," I said.
"Brothers," said Hci.
"Brothers," said Cuwignaka."
~Blood Brothers of Gor, page 475~