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I heard a clink of coins, and, shortly thereafter, I felt a rope looped about my left ankle, snugly, and knotted, tightly, and then passed to Midice, on my left, and thence to those beyond her. "A silver tarsk!" I thought. "We have been given away!" "Keep your hands fastened in your hair," said a fellow. Then another said, "Kajirae, up!" We rose to our feet. I stole a glance at he who seemed to have completed the purchase, in which I was an item. He was a small man, in a dirty white tunic, with a yellow sash. I kept my hands in my hair, while the tunic was cut from me. - (Conspirators of Gor)