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She was no Talena, but she had stood high in the realms of treachery which had so beleaguered glorious Ar. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #73)

What a liar was the collared slut! Could she have truly risked the switch, that she might be longer in my view? That she might be longer in my presence, that she might be nearer to me, that she might, for a time, in effect, despite the breadth of the deck and the height of the high watch, be alone with me? Even when the storm ropes were strung? Did she think that I would be so much a fool that I would take her for an enamored slave, the sort of slave who begs to be at a master's feet? Doubtless she muchly feared that I might one day take her to Ar, for the bounty. How clever she was in her collar. Perhaps, I thought, I should take her to Ar, and cast her to the feet of the great Marlenus. She was no Talena, but she had stood high in the realms of treachery which had so beleaguered glorious Ar. I had told her that I did not care for gold washed in blood, but I supposed she had not believed me. What might a man favor more than gold, a slave at his feet? Perhaps, I thought. Could the slave, I wondered, be truly enwrapped in the toils of love? How absurd that would be! But I knew that no love could compare with the love of a slave for her master, the love of a vulnerable, helpless slave, who may be beaten or sold on a whim, for her master. - (Mariners of Gor)