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Too, I thought of surrendering myself to the guardsmen, and accepting the consequences, whatever they might be, for violating the curfew. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #10)

Too, I had little doubt that my slightest footfall might be marked by the hearing of the beast. I feared he wanted me to proceed some distance from the shop of Epicrates, and then, when I was far enough away, away from the neighborhood of the shop, he might appear from the side, about a corner, or drop down beside me, from a roof, and, before I could cry out, bite through the back of my neck. I supposed, were I clever enough, I would have remained in the doorway of the shop of Epicrates, forcing him to kill me on the premises, or to refrain from doing so, for the proximity to his own domicile. Too, I thought of surrendering myself to the guardsmen, and accepting the consequences, whatever they might be, for violating the curfew. "I know you will not," he had said. How could he know that, if he were not going to assure himself of it, with, say, a swift blow, a grasping paw on the throat, an embrace which might break a back? The tiniest sound, the scuttling of an urt, the fluttering of a vart, come over the walls from the countryside, almost made me scream with fear. I could not escape from the city at night, for the closure of the gates. - (Conspirators of Gor)