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I knew little of the Lady Bina, nor of the beast, nor of the world, or worlds, from which they had come. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #25)

The beast, I was sure, might have most of the city at its disposal, moving from roof to roof, traversing the darkness, saving perhaps the towers and bridges. Why was I obeying the beast? Why was I moving, as I could, toward the market of Cestias? Would it not have been better to flee anywhere else? Why would he want me there, rather than somewhere else? Was it in the market, near the praetor's platform that he wished to apprehend me? Was I proceeding blindly, foolishly, toward a predesignated place of execution? But why there, rather than a hundred other places? What might be special about that place? Indeed, why did he not simply kill me in the domicile, bloodlessly, strangling me, breaking a neck, and then carrying me to some other part of the city, far from the shop of Epicrates, to be discovered in the morning? But, I recalled, from Antiope, that slaves, or, at least, it seemed so, had not been set upon. To be sure, perhaps no other slave had seen paws, and arms and fur, matted thickly with dried blood. I knew little of the Lady Bina, nor of the beast, nor of the world, or worlds, from which they had come. I was sure, if the Lady Bina were not, that it was Kur. Why was I obeying the beast? Was I moving to my death? But, if so, why had he given me the instructions he had? Would that not have been meaningless, and excessive, or might it have been calculated, to assuage my anxieties, to put me off my guard? He had informed me that I would not be hurt, unless I disobeyed. But that was hard to believe. - (Conspirators of Gor)