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"Kajuralia!" he laughed. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #337)

"Serve me wine," Ho-Sorl ordered Phyllis Robertson, though she was far across the room, and there were several girls nearer. This was not unusual, however, for Ho-Sorl invariably demanded that the proud Phyllis, who professed to despise him, serve him as table slave, which service she would ultimately, irritably, head in the air, have to render him, whether it be merely the pouring of his wine or the offering of a grape held delicately between her teeth. I heard Caprus say, as though marveling, "I shall capture your Home Stone in three moves!" Cernus grinned and clapped his hands on the Scribe's shoulders. "Kajuralia!" he laughed. "Kajuralia!" "Kajuralia," mumbled Caprus, rather depressed, making the first essential move, but now without zest. "What is this?" cried Ho-Sorl. "It is bosk milk," Phyllis informed him. - (Assassin of Gor)