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Hup was indeed an ugly thing, for he was small, and yet thick, almost bulbous, and under the dirty tunic, perhaps that of the potters, there bulged the hump of some grotesque growth. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #101)

"Why," cried the man with missing teeth, "it is he! It is Hup the Fool!" "Mercy, Masters!" cried Hup, squealing, struggling in the grasp of his captor. The other three men, hired swords, perhaps once of the Caste of Warriors, laughed at the frantic efforts of the tiny, sniveling wad of flesh to free itself. Many in the crowd laughed at the small fool's discomfort. Hup was indeed an ugly thing, for he was small, and yet thick, almost bulbous, and under the dirty tunic, perhaps that of the potters, there bulged the hump of some grotesque growth. One of his legs was shorter than the other; his head was too large for his body, and swollen to the left; one eye was larger than the other. His tiny feet thrashed about, kicking at the man who held him. "Are you truly going to kill him?" asked one of the patrons at the low table. - (Assassin of Gor)