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Might I not hide by a gate, and then run when it was opened? Could I traverse a hundred paces before being pulled down by boys? I feared to inform on the beast, for it might escape, and seek me out. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #14)

"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. Might I not hide by a gate, and then run when it was opened? Could I traverse a hundred paces before being pulled down by boys? I feared to inform on the beast, for it might escape, and seek me out. Too, oddly, I did not want to inform on him. I had agreed that I would not speak of what I had seen. Why had I done that? I knew what I was to do, elude guardsmen, and go to the market of Cestias, near the praetor's platform near the coin stalls. - (Conspirators of Gor)