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One did not know when the long poles might thrust one ship or another from the wharves, the sail take the wind, or the low-banked oars enter the water, and rise again, shedding their sparkling showers in the early morning light. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #197)

What woman would not wish to be "slave beautiful?" To be sure, given the robes of concealment, the veilings, and such, it is often difficult to know whether or not a free woman is "slave beautiful". This is a difficulty one seldom encounters with slaves, of course, given the garmenture in which men place them. I had picked up my things, in the small pack, at the inn of Tasdron, as I commonly did in the morning, in case I might wish them. One did not know when the long poles might thrust one ship or another from the wharves, the sail take the wind, or the low-banked oars enter the water, and rise again, shedding their sparkling showers in the early morning light. Sometimes it seems that the blades have lifted rainbows from the water. I saw nothing of much interest about. I feared another morning might be lost. - (Smugglers of Gor)