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It was she who had fled toward the stairs in the dungeon, but had been precluded from reaching them by one of our keepers. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #160)

We lay in the leaves and grass, as usual, our hands bound behind us, our coffle rope tied between two trees. We could speak to one another then, though softly, that the men not be disturbed. "I am frightened," I whispered, to Relia, who had earlier had the lot number Eighteen. It was she who had fled toward the stairs in the dungeon, but had been precluded from reaching them by one of our keepers. She had looked well on her knees, licking and kissing a man's feet, in gratitude for not having been beaten. Prior to this experience she had been insufferably proud, and arrogant, at least with some of us, though not daring this with the masters, and was certainly so with myself, for I was only a barbarian. She had apparently once been of the Merchants, perhaps the high Merchants, and had even held herself to be of high caste, despite the fact that few Goreans accepted the Merchants as a high caste. - (Smugglers of Gor)