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I tried, in the hood, to keep track of the position, marked by his voice, of the fellow who I thought had the key to my manacles. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #108)

"Therefore the day was ours," said another. I heard men wading about. I think several fellows left their lines to go out and meet the standard bearer, if that was what he was, with his fellows. I tried, in the hood, to keep track of the position, marked by his voice, of the fellow who I thought had the key to my manacles. Then I had lost him. To be sure, what difference did it make, I asked myself, bitterly, who held the key, for I was helpless? Indeed, most often captors make no secret of who holds the key to a prisoner's chains. What difference can it make to the prisoner? Indeed, some captors delight in letting the prisoner know who holds the key, in effect letting him know whose prisoner he is, in the most direct sense. - (Vagabonds of Gor)