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Too, if she were in the keeping of the wall's commander did this not, in itself, suggest that she might be worthy a cord and nose ring? Too, my sword was sheathed. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #494)

I sheathed my sword. It must have appeared to most of them that my escape was cut off, that I was somehow trapped between the two stairways. Doubtless we would seem prizes in diverse ways to the Cosians, the commander of the wall and a female who might hopefully, when unhooded, be found to have a face to match the excitements of her figure. Too, if she were in the keeping of the wall's commander did this not, in itself, suggest that she might be worthy a cord and nose ring? Too, my sword was sheathed. Did this not suggest that I might regard myself as trapped, as I seemed to be, that I might regard my position as untenable, that I thus might choose not to offer resistance, that I might be prepared to surrender? Almost at the same time one or two score of fellows, from both sides, began to race toward me. Others stood back, near the heights of the stairs, to watch. These things, I assumed, would draw much pressure from the stairways. - (Renegades of Gor)