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They were not angry with him for interfering with their ceremony, for literally stopping it, but somehow, for no reason I understood, with me. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #646)

I cowered. My wrist leashes were seized by two men and I was dragged before the pillar of oblong stone on which sat he to whom I had called out 'Master'. The anger of the men, and the crowd, I suddenly realized, was not directed at the red brute sitting upon the stone, who had stopped the ceremony, but, startlingly, frighteningly, at me. They were not angry with him for interfering with their ceremony, for literally stopping it, but somehow, for no reason I understood, with me. I shuddered, held naked by the wrist leashes before the stone, the object of the contempt and wrath, the scorn and fury, of the multitude. I, terrified, felt their hatred directed upon me, almost as though it came in waves. 'Why did you not tell us you were a slave?' he asked of me. - (Explorers of Gor)