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I listened again to the murmur of the men outside, the small sounds of their goblets and plates. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #32)

Too, I thought, shuddering, as if such things were not enough, my body, and its odors, with my name, such that it might be included with appropriate triggering signals, had been imprinted on the dark, eager brain of a massive hunting sleen. No, I would not run away. When my master came for me, to take me by the arm and lead me to the floor, I would be here, in the only way I could be here, waiting, and docile. I listened again to the murmur of the men outside, the small sounds of their goblets and plates. I considered again the sleen. "I think you will like Borko," had said my master, before I had seen the beast, when I had only heard him in the tunnel, and then entering the room. I recalled the huge head, the two rows of fangs, the dark tongue, the widely set eyes, the thrusting, prowling snout, the claws. - (Dancer of Gor)