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She was certain that she was still within the city, from the paving, and the sounds, the absence of challenges, and such, at gates. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1075)

For better than an Ahn she was led through the streets, and alleys, and between buildings, sometimes with passages, many of them steep, downward and upward, and sometimes so narrow that she might strike her shoulders, first on one side, then on the other. Sometimes, on a pronounced declivity, she feared she would again fall, losing her balance, hurtling headlong downward, and, at other times, given an ascending steepness, she struggled, gasping, legs aching, to climb, the leash taut, mercilessly, impatiently, against the ring, drawing her relentlessly forward. There were many twists and turns, and even had she not been hooded, and even if she had known the city, which she did not, well might she have been similarly disoriented, similarly hopelessly confused as to her location. She was certain that she was still within the city, from the paving, and the sounds, the absence of challenges, and such, at gates. What has become of me, she thought. This is how a slave is led, she thought. How fitting for me, for I am a slave! Be amused, Mirus, she thought. - (Prize of Gor)