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The answer possibly lay in Turia. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #213)

There must be others—others, who did not wish me to succeed in my work, who wished Priest-Kings, the race, to die, others who were capable even of bringing humans from Earth for their purposes—technologically advanced—others who were, perhaps, cautiously, invisibly, at war with Priest-Kings—who perhaps wished as prize this world, or perhaps this world and Earth, as well, our sun and its planets—others, who perhaps stood on the margins of our system, waiting perhaps for the demise of the power of Priest-Kings, perhaps the shield which, unknown to men, had protected them—perhaps from the time of the first grasping of stones, from the time even before an intelligent, prehensile animal could build fires in the mouth of its lair. But these speculations were too fantastic, and I dismissed them. There was remaining, however, a mystery, and I was determined to resolve it. The answer possibly lay in Turia. In the meantime I would, of course, continue my work. I would try, for Misk, to find the egg, and return it to the Sardar. I suspected, truly, as it turned out, that the mystery and my mission were not utterly unconnected. - (Nomads of Gor)