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"The torches are lit," said Targo. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #934)

Her ankle was abraded, where she had futilely, foolishly, struggled with the obdurate impediment. Had she not understood that she was chained? Did she think that those who had chained her did not know their work? Did she think she might simply remove the chain? Foolish slave! She pulled a little at the chain, tears in her eyes. She understood now, and very clearly, that she was chained, that she would remain where she was, precisely there, fastened there, a chained slave, until others might see fit to release her. "The torches are lit," said Targo. Indeed, two torches had even been lit on the building behind the shelf, one rather at each end. The torches, and some lamps, tend to be lit toward dark by the market attendants. The two streets beyond the market were now dark. - (Prize of Gor)