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I had no wish to risk a quarrel's penetrating that beauty, which, properly refined and improved, would, in my opinion, not have shamed even the central block of the Curulean. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #51)

Had it not been for the strength of the bird and my start I might have been downed over the city. I had escaped the second time only with considerable difficulty, by taking my way over the citadel and harbor, past the chained rafts closing the harbor, and across the Vosk itself, eluding my pursuers only after a long run, under the cover of darkness. In these attempts I had, of course, not taken Phoebe. I had no wish to risk a quarrel's penetrating that beauty, which, properly refined and improved, would, in my opinion, not have shamed even the central block of the Curulean. Too, her weight, slight as it was, might have made the difference between falling to pursuers and eluding them. I had, accordingly, before these excursions, sat her down, closely, before a small tree, her legs on either side of it. I had then tied a rope on her left ankle, looped the rope about another tree, a yard or so away, before the first tree, as she faced it, and brought it back, to tie about her right ankle. - (Renegades of Gor)