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"Would it not be worth five hundred gold pieces," asked Elizabeth, "to put your leash on this one and lead her home, to teach her the worth of a man of Ar, if worth they have, and then send her weeping and aching to the kettles of the kitchen until she begs to sleep beneath your slave ring?" There was a roar of pleasure, of amusement from the crowd. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #404)

"She does not think the man lives who can make her truly a slave girl!" There were cries of derision, much laughter. "She is perhaps right!" cried Elizabeth. "Surely none of Ar could make such a wench cry with pleasure!" There were some angry shouts from the crowd, but mostly roars of laughter. "Would it not be worth five hundred gold pieces," asked Elizabeth, "to put your leash on this one and lead her home, to teach her the worth of a man of Ar, if worth they have, and then send her weeping and aching to the kettles of the kitchen until she begs to sleep beneath your slave ring?" There was a roar of pleasure, of amusement from the crowd. Phyllis' eyes were filled with tears. "Lower your arms, Slave," commanded Elizabeth, and Phyllis did so, stepping back, and went to stand beside Virginia. Then Elizabeth herself strode to the front of the block. - (Assassin of Gor)