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I struck the gong once, smartly, replaced the stick, and leaned back in the curule chair. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #167)

Two men, it seemed, she loved, he whom she had served in the holding of Policrates, he who had treated her with the insolence commonly accorded an Earth-girl slave by Gorean masters, and he whom she had served on the stones of the Street of the Writhing Slave, he who had treated her as a full and lowly slave, who once, perchance, had been an Earth girl. I reached to my left and, from the rack on the gong frame, picked up the slender stick which reposed there. On this stick was mounted a rounded, fur-wrapped head. I struck the gong once, smartly, replaced the stick, and leaned back in the curule chair. Before the reverberations of the gong had subsided I heard, hurrying towards the room, from deep within the house, the sound of slave bells. A curtain was thrust aside at the end of the long room, and I saw her in the threshold, barefoot, her ankles belled, her feet almost lost in the piling of the deep carpet leading to the dais. She seemed startled, stunned. - (Guardsman of Gor)