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He had, with him, on his lap, the diplomatic pouch, opened, and the letter cylinder, taken from my pouch. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #35)

The hair of the free women, on the other hand, would presumably have been donated, as a contribution to the defense of the city. "Yes," said the fellow sitting on the curule chair, a strongly built man, though one now seemingly weary, one with a bloodied bandage about his head, "she was once quite beautiful". I turned my attention to the man. He had, with him, on his lap, the diplomatic pouch, opened, and the letter cylinder, taken from my pouch. It had been sealed with wax and ribbon, the wax bearing the seal of Gnieus Lelius, regent of Ar. "Are you Aemilianus," I asked, "commander in Ar's Station?" "I am," he said, looking at me. I glanced toward the retreated slave, who had turned to regard me. - (Renegades of Gor)