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Philemon looked at me with his narrow ferret eyes and smiled. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #86)

My throat chain was then locked to a heavy ring set in the side of the chair. I had seen that many of the seats in the higher tiers, those not reserved, had already been filled with citizens, many of whom were doubtless prospective buyers. This was surprising because the hour was still early; I supposed the crowd this night would be unusually large, even for the fourth night of the Love Feast; none of the citizens had paid much attention to my being brought under guard to the box of Cernus; he was Ubar; it is not unusual on Gor for a powerful victor to force his enemy to witness the sale of his own women, before he is either sold or slain himself. Philemon looked at me with his narrow ferret eyes and smiled. He pursed his thin, sour mouth. "Cernus will not arrive until the sales begin," said he, "so we have something of a wait". I said nothing. - (Assassin of Gor)