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"They have been read well," said Hakimba. "For the first time in more than a hundred years," said the Paravaci, "there is a Ubar San, a One Ubar, Master of the Wagons!" Kamchak stood up and threw from his shoulders the purple of the Turian Ubar and stood in the black leather of a Tuchuk. As one man the three Ubars raised their arms to him. "Kamchak," they cried, "Ubar San!" The cry was taken up by all in the room, even myself. "Kamchak, Ubar San!" Kamchak held forth his hands and the room was quiet. "Each of you," he said, "the Kassars—the Kataii—the Paravaci—have your own bosk and your own wagons—live so—but in time of war—when there are those who would divide us—when there are those who would fight us and threaten our wagons and our bosk and women—our plains, our land—then let us war together—and none will stand against the Wagon Peoples—we may live alone but we are each of us of the Wagons and that which divides us is less than that which unites us—we each of us know that it is wrong to slay bosk and that it is right to be proud and to have courage and to defend our wagons and our women—we know that it is right to be strong and to be free—and so it is together that we will be strong and we will be free. Let this be pledged". - (Nomads of Gor)