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The consequences of my act, if I were successful, were too complex and fearful to calculate, the factors involved being so numerous and obscure. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #28)

I pressed on. Perhaps if I were successful I might save my race, by preserving the Priest-Kings that might shelter them from the annihilation that might otherwise be achieved if uncontrolled technological development were too soon permitted them; perhaps in time man would grow rational, and reason and love and tolerance would wax in him and he and Priest-Kings might together turn their senses to the stars. But I knew that more than anything I was doing this for Misk—who was my friend. The consequences of my act, if I were successful, were too complex and fearful to calculate, the factors involved being so numerous and obscure. If it turned out badly, what I did, I would have no defense other than that I did what I did for my friend—for him—and for his brave kind, once hated enemies, whom I had learned to know and respect. There is no loss of honor in failing to achieve such a task, I told myself. It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of Warriors, a swordsman of the high city of Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning. - (Nomads of Gor)