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"Suppose," said the stranger, "one in fear of you, dreading discovery each day, unwilling to accept such misery longer, or to frustrate you, put himself upon his own sword, or, in fleeing, drowned, or fell from some cliff, would the killing not be yours?" "It would," said one of the fellows, "and the fee might be kept". - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 36, Sentence #307)

"Still," said one of the fellows, "the killing is yours". "Consider it yours," said the stranger, "as you hurried him onto my sword". The two members of the Black Court of Brundisium regarded one another. "Suppose," said the stranger, "one in fear of you, dreading discovery each day, unwilling to accept such misery longer, or to frustrate you, put himself upon his own sword, or, in fleeing, drowned, or fell from some cliff, would the killing not be yours?" "It would," said one of the fellows, "and the fee might be kept". "Keep it then," said the stranger, and returned the two coins, first one, and then the other. Each returned the coin to his own purse, and then wiped from his forehead the dagger. More than one man breathed then more easily, for those of the Black Court no longer wore the dagger. - (Mariners of Gor)