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What hubris that a slave should dare to don the garments of a free woman, let alone take a place on a Ubara's throne! Would not each tiny particle of her flesh, one after another, have been publicly removed over weeks, or months, on a needle's point? I had seen to it that she was enslaved, in her own city, making use of a couching law of Marlenus himself, Ubar of Ubars. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #398)

I smiled to myself. How fitting that I had had her trapped and embonded in the Metellan district, then arranging that she should be returned to the throne of Ar, though knowing herself, so secretly, as then a slave. How she must have lived in terror, fearing that this secret might be revealed, which was then indisputable and certifiable. What hubris that a slave should dare to don the garments of a free woman, let alone take a place on a Ubara's throne! Would not each tiny particle of her flesh, one after another, have been publicly removed over weeks, or months, on a needle's point? I had seen to it that she was enslaved, in her own city, making use of a couching law of Marlenus himself, Ubar of Ubars. It had been easily and perfectly done. I trusted that she, to her rage, consternation, and chagrin, in all her utter helplessness, that of a female in the hands of men, had realized that. How pleasant it is to enslave a woman. - (Swordsmen of Gor)