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In the wagon, I had presented myself to him as, in effect, a begging slave, and I had been rejected! I was sure, from a thousand things, here and there, now and then, large and small, that he found me of slave interest. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #66)

But I saw nothing. He had taken the trencher. It might have been given to him by any slave! Perhaps he was not even aware of who had brought it to him! What a beast he was! Again I hated him. In the wagon, I had presented myself to him as, in effect, a begging slave, and I had been rejected! I was sure, from a thousand things, here and there, now and then, large and small, that he found me of slave interest. I think he wanted this slave. I think he burned for her. Why then had he not seized me, and cast me to his feet, and pointed to his boots that I might lie on my belly before him, and cover them, as I wished, with the kisses of a trembling, submitted slave? Why had he not done so? What an absurd excuse, honor! What was honor? There was blood, steel, and gold, and the might of masters, and the soft flesh of helpless, collared slaves! Where in all this was honor? What was honor? "I do think, friend Astrinax," said Kleomenes, leader of the hunters, "that it would be unwise for you to proceed further into the Voltai". - (Conspirators of Gor)