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Could he not see what it really was, what it meant, what it must teach the girl, how it must make her feel? "There are wagons," I said, pointing over the parapet. There were some five wagons approaching the city, in a line. Each was being drawn by two strings of harnessed male slaves, about twenty slaves in each string. "Those are Sa-Tarna wagons," said Drusus, "bringing grain to the city". "What is that other wagon," I asked, "the smaller one, there near the side of the road, which has pulled aside to let the grain wagons pass?" I had been watching it approach. I thought I knew well what sort of wagon it was. It was the sort of wagon whose contents are of so little value that it must yield the road in either direction to any vehicle that might care to pass it. - (Kajira of Gor)