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I clenched my fists and considered punching him in the nose, moderately hard. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #63)

Indeed it was true, for the next level beneath a Ubar among the Wagon Peoples is that of the Commander of a Thousand. "Why did you not tell me?" I asked. "It did not seem to me important," remarked the young man. I clenched my fists and considered punching him in the nose, moderately hard. "Korobans, though," remarked Harold, "are probably more impressed with such things than Tuchuks". By this time I had followed Harold over to a corner of the courtyard wall, which was heaped high, banked into the corner, with precious metals, plates, cups; bowls of jewels; necklaces and bracelets; boxes of coins and, in heavy, wooden crates, numerous stacked cubes of silver and gold, each stamped with its weight, for the palace of a Ubar is also the mint of a city, where its coins are struck one at a time by a hammer pounding on the flat cap of a die. Incidentally, Gorean coins are not made to be stacked and accordingly, because of the possible depth of the relief and the consequent liberties accorded to the artist, the Gorean coin is almost always more beautiful than the machine-milled, flat, uniform coins of Earth. - (Nomads of Gor)