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Portus Canio lifted his head a little, and looked, dully, at the subcaptain. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #228)

She gasped, for these were the figures of the Cosian subcaptain, known to her from the tarn loft of Portus Canio in Ar, and from the coffle, and Tersius Major, who had been in the employ of Portus Canio, and who had left Ar with them. "So, the noble Portus Canio, of Ar, who dared conspire against the might of Cos, now carries water, as though he might be a slave, to replenish the contents of a cistern, one devoted to the drinking of tharlarion and the ablutions of slaves," said the subcaptain. "It is fitting," he laughed. Portus Canio lifted his head a little, and looked, dully, at the subcaptain. "Have no fear, sleen of Ar," said the subcaptain. "You will soon be slave, branded with the mark of the quarries of Tyros, or perhaps we will mark you for the bench of a merchant galley, where, drawing your oar by day or night, hungry for a crust of bread or a sip of water, you will have time to ponder your foolishness". There was no response from Portus Canio and the subcaptain gestured to the soldier with the whip, who struck Portus Canio twice. - (Prize of Gor)