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I looked on that small, trembling, skeletal body, the straggly hair, the sores; the mutilated ear; angrily I rose to my feet and searched about, finding some loose stone which, with my foot, I wedged into the several crevices through which the urts had darted. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #423)

"Kill me," he whispered. "No," I said. He moaned. I looked on that small, trembling, skeletal body, the straggly hair, the sores; the mutilated ear; angrily I rose to my feet and searched about, finding some loose stone which, with my foot, I wedged into the several crevices through which the urts had darted. Unbelievingly the prisoner with his sunken eyes, now accustoming themselves to the light of the torch, regarded me. I returned to him; beneath the iron on his ankles and wrists, and on his throat, there were scars, like white bands, pale shadows of the dark metal; it would take months to form such scars, superseding the fearful sores that must first have been inflicted. "Why have you come?" he asked. - (Assassin of Gor)