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Perhaps I was once the tool of someone or something to demean or destroy you, or serve some purpose not known to me, I do not know, but I am no longer such. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 79, Sentence #529)

"What difference should it make?" "Should it not make a difference?" "No!" she cried. "Perhaps it does," he said, angrily. "Surely their schemes were foiled," said the brunette, "when we were removed from the Prison Moon. Perhaps I was once the tool of someone or something to demean or destroy you, or serve some purpose not known to me, I do not know, but I am no longer such. I am now only a female slave, though perhaps one still well matched, through no fault of her own, to your bracelets and chain. So, can you not now accept me as a gift, if nothing else, as a pretty pebble you might stoop to pick up, as a small silken animal you find at your feet, her neck on your leash?" "I think, indeed," said Cabot, "we were well matched, I as master to your slave, you as slave to my master". "You can do with me as you wish," she said, "for I am a slave. - (Kur of Gor)