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Were the streets themselves not a danger? Who knew what might lurk around the next turn? Might one not be slain by a guardsman's spear, a frightened guardsman striking at a movement in the darkness, the source of which was unknown? I felt the soft brush of hair on my head, for I wore no kerchief now. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #29)

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. Were the streets themselves not a danger? Who knew what might lurk around the next turn? Might one not be slain by a guardsman's spear, a frightened guardsman striking at a movement in the darkness, the source of which was unknown? I felt the soft brush of hair on my head, for I wore no kerchief now. That had seemed important to the beast. I touched my collar. That, too, it seemed, might have some significance, that my neck was so encircled, that I was thus identified as no more than kajira. - (Conspirators of Gor)