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Why could I not forget her? Had I not, even from Ar, dreamed of her small wrists fastened behind her, in my bracelets? The bounty might win me a dozen slaves, even more beautiful than she, perhaps even a galley, but would these, together, the gold washed with blood, be of greater value to me than a single slave whom one might master with severity, but for whom one would die? "Beware!" cried Cabot, angrily. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #316)

She was highly intelligent. Such things would be easy for her to understand. It might be pleasant to have her under one's whip, if only for a time. Why could I not forget her? Had I not, even from Ar, dreamed of her small wrists fastened behind her, in my bracelets? The bounty might win me a dozen slaves, even more beautiful than she, perhaps even a galley, but would these, together, the gold washed with blood, be of greater value to me than a single slave whom one might master with severity, but for whom one would die? "Beware!" cried Cabot, angrily. I fended the blow. I thrust. The fellow stumbled back, bleeding. - (Mariners of Gor)