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We took the body, fortunately meeting no one at that late hour, to the nearby compartments of my father, Matthew Cabot, Administrator of the City. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #85)

"Unlikely," had said the Older Tarl, "for Assassins are commonly too proud for poison". Then, not speaking, the Older Tarl had slung the body over his shoulders. I took the patch from the grillwork. We took the body, fortunately meeting no one at that late hour, to the nearby compartments of my father, Matthew Cabot, Administrator of the City. The Older Tarl, my father and I long discussed the matter. We were confident that this attempt on my life, for that it seemed to be, had something to do with the Sardar, and the Priest-Kings, and the Others, not Priest-Kings, who desired this world of Priest-Kings and men, and, surreptitiously and cruelly, were fighting to obtain it, though as yet, perhaps fearing the power of Priest-Kings or not fully understanding how severely it had been reduced in the Nest War of more than a year ago, they had not dared to attack openly. Accordingly, biding our time, we let it be thought in the city that Tarl Cabot had been slain. - (Assassin of Gor)