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There was even grass, and seed, and tiny pebbles in the matting. - (Savages of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #295)

I shrank back, frightened. What did he want? What could he want? I could scarcely dare conjecture what he might wish to exact of me. The paws of the beast were filthy; what had they to do with me; the long hair was coarse and matted; the paws, with their nails, were covered with dust and dirt, and were crusted over with mud. There was even grass, and seed, and tiny pebbles in the matting. Too, from the staining on the hair it seemed clear the beast had trodden through dung. Other stainings, pale and yellowish, mixed in the matting, were doubtless the dried residues of urine, doubtless from the close herding, or the hobbling and tethering, of numerous kaiila. What could he want of me? I was a free woman! Could he expect of me some ignoble act of submission, some gross token on my part of my acceptance of a new reality in my life. - (Savages of Gor)