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I felt the sword in my hand, brought to me by Ho-Tu, the sword I had carried in the siege of Ar, years before, which I had taken to Tharna, which I had carried to the very nest of Priest-Kings, which had been with me on the vast, southern prairies of Gor, and which I had brought once more to the gates of Glorious Ar months before. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #229)

He who is a Singer must sing; he who weaves the beautiful rugs of Ar or Tor must weave; the Physician must heal; the Builder build; the Merchant buy and sell; and the Warrior must fight. The steel struck my own and I parried the blow, moving the blade aside easily. I saw the Taurentian step back, could sense his surprise. I felt the sword in my hand, brought to me by Ho-Tu, the sword I had carried in the siege of Ar, years before, which I had taken to Tharna, which I had carried to the very nest of Priest-Kings, which had been with me on the vast, southern prairies of Gor, and which I had brought once more to the gates of Glorious Ar months before. Then the Taurentian struck again and again I moved his steel to one side. He then stood back, stunned, and withdrew a step, and put himself at the ready. The crowd cried out, confused, not understanding, then angry. - (Assassin of Gor)