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Curiosity, as it is said, is not becoming in a kajira. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #274)

North of the dock, amongst some of the shops, and workers' huts, I saw the high pole at which was flown the long, some yards long, unfurled, wind- whipped, scarlet triangle of silk, which I had been informed was the "ready banner," the banner that was put in place three days before departure. But neither, at that time, my captor nor myself knew when it had been hoisted into place. He would doubtless soon learn, whereas I, if I were to inquire of a free person, might be cuffed. Curiosity, as it is said, is not becoming in a kajira. Standing at the edge of the shore, I could see, across the river, some of the buildings, and the mysterious stockade, which had excited my curiosity in the past. I gathered that there might be special supplies stored there, even treasure. One story was that slaves were held there who were too beautiful to risk holding in Tarncamp or Shipcamp, for fear men might mutiny to claim them. - (Smugglers of Gor)