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I did not give myself, however, much hope of success in so desperate a venture. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #168)

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. There was no objection to this on the part of anyone, provided entry into the guard stations was not attempted. - (Nomads of Gor)