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In time I would leave the city—when I thought it safe—and return to the wagons, obtain the tarn and then make a strike for the egg. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #167)

The Caste of Bakers is not regarded as a high caste, to which one looks for nobility and such; and yet her father and her brothers, outnumbered, had fought and died for their tiny shop; and this courageous girl, with a valor I might not have expected of many warriors, weaponless, alone and friendless, had immediately, asking nothing in return, leaped to my aid, giving me the protection of her home, and her silence, placing at my disposal her knowledge of the city and whatever resources might be hers to command. When Dina was about her own business, shopping for her clients, usually in the early morning and the late afternoon, I would remain in the rooms above the shop. There I thought long on the matter of the egg of Priest-Kings and the House of Saphrar. In time I would leave the city—when I thought it safe—and return to the wagons, obtain the tarn and then make a strike for the egg. I did not give myself, however, much hope of success in so desperate a venture. I lived in constant fear that the gray man—he with eyes like glass—would come to Turia on tarnback and acquire, before I could act, the golden sphere—for which so much had been risked, for which apparently more than one man had died. Sometimes Dina and I, in our walking about the city, would ascend the high walls and look out over the plains. - (Nomads of Gor)