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Where my father had met me after more than twenty years of separation, where my warrior comrades and I had drunk and laughed together, where I had met and learned from my little friend, Torm, the Scribe, there was home. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #86)

Judging by the sun, and knowing that Ko-ro-ba lay northwest of the mountains, I strode in the direction of my city. My step was light, my heart was happy. I was home, for where my love waited for me was home. Where my father had met me after more than twenty years of separation, where my warrior comrades and I had drunk and laughed together, where I had met and learned from my little friend, Torm, the Scribe, there was home. I found myself thinking in Gorean, as fluently as though I had not been gone for seven years. I became aware that I was singing as I walked through the grass, a warrior song. I had returned to Gor. - (Outlaw of Gor)