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Fellow citizens, give me succor! I am in grievous distress! I call upon some noble, gallant citizen of Brundisium to rescue me! Please, please!" "Well," called the auctioneer to the crowd, "it will take at least thirty-five copper tarsks to rescue her!" There was laughter from the crowd. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #612)

"Succor! I beg succor! Behold me! I am not what I seem! I am a free woman, free!" Somewhere in the crowd a man laughed. "No!" she cried. "I am free! I am a free woman mistakenly, wrongly, brought before you, thusly exposed and degraded, as though I might be a naked slave! I am a free woman! I am the Lady Melanie of Brundisium. Fellow citizens, give me succor! I am in grievous distress! I call upon some noble, gallant citizen of Brundisium to rescue me! Please, please!" "Well," called the auctioneer to the crowd, "it will take at least thirty-five copper tarsks to rescue her!" There was laughter from the crowd. "I will rescue her for the whip!" called a man. "Thirty-six tarsks!" "And I will rescue her for my pleasure gardens!" called a fellow. "Thirty-seven!" "I think I would rescue her for the kitchen!" called another man. - (Prize of Gor)