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The men sat cross-legged in the outer circles, and, in the inner circles, in the fashion of Gorean women, the women knelt. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #137)

"Who," I begged, "is my mistress?" "You will find out at feast," she said angrily, "at the height of festival! Now go and help the women to prepare the feast—Slave!" I turned away, and, as they laughed, went to help the women in their work, preparing food for festival. * * * * It was now late on the night of festival, and most of the feast had been consumed. Torches, oiled coils of marsh vine wound about the prongs of marsh spears, thrust butt down in the rence of the island, burned in the marsh night. The men sat cross-legged in the outer circles, and, in the inner circles, in the fashion of Gorean women, the women knelt. There were children about the periphery of the circles but many of them were already asleep on the rence. There had been much talking and singing. I gathered it was seldom the rencers, save for those on a given island, met one another. - (Raiders of Gor)