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I knew later, perhaps in another city, she would be well presented and would bring a good price. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #194)

"What am I offered for this slave?" called the auctioneer. There were jeers and cries. Yet when he persisted, there were some token offers, perhaps by men who wished to obtain a kettle girl for next to nothing; I was not surprised to note that each time a legitimate offer was made, though small, it was topped slightly by a fellow in the robes of the Metal Workers, whom I knew to be a guard in the house of Cernus; at last, this agent of Cernus had purchased her back for the House for only seventeen copper tarn disks. I knew later, perhaps in another city, she would be well presented and would bring a good price. The auctioneer, as though in the throes of misery, almost threw the poor girl back down the stairs of the block, kicking her bit of dark blanket angrily after her. He glared up at the crowd. "I told you!" he cried. - (Assassin of Gor)