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The tunic I wore carried no scent-patterns and for a moment he had thought that the transportation disk I rode was actually without a driver. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #43)

There was a Priest-King on guard whose antennae waved quizzically about as I drew the disk to a stop not twelve feet from him. His head was garlanded by a wreath of green leaves as had been that of Sarm, and also, like Sarm, there was about his neck, as well as his translator, the ceremonial string of tiny metal tools. It took a moment for me to understand the Priest-King's consternation. The tunic I wore carried no scent-patterns and for a moment he had thought that the transportation disk I rode was actually without a driver. I could see the lenses of the compound eyes almost flickering as it strained to see, much as we might have strained to hear some small sound. His reactions were almost those that a human might have had if he could hear something in the room with him but had not yet been able to see it. At last his antennae fastened on me but I am sure the Priest-King was annoyed that he did not receive the strong signals he would have if I had been wearing my own scent-infixed tunic. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)