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"I do not know," said Saphrar. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #302)

He might well be, and I supposed it true, merely an agent—but for whom, or what?—something that would challenge even Priest-Kings—but, it must be, something that feared Priest-Kings, or it would already have struck—this world, or Earth—something that wanted Priest-Kings to die—that the one world, or two, or perhaps even the system of our sun, would be freed for their taking. "How did the gray man know where the golden sphere was?" I asked. "He said once," said Saphrar, "that he was told—" "By whom?" I asked. "I do not know," said Saphrar. "You know no more?" "No," said Saphrar. I speculated. The Others—those of power, not Priest-Kings, must, to some extent, understand or sense the politics, the needs and policies of the remote denizens of the Sardar—they were probably not altogether unaware of the business of Priest-Kings, particularly not now, following the recent War of Priest-Kings, after which many humans had escaped the Place of Priest-Kings and now wandered free, if scoffed at and scorned for the tales they might bear—possibly from these, or from spies or traitors in the Nest itself, the Others had learned—the Others, I was sure, would neither jeer nor scoff at the stories told by vagabonds of Priest-Kings. - (Nomads of Gor)