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I deemed this wise. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #90)

Her coloring was unusual for the islands. I had anticipated the reunion with Cecily with much pleasure, though I knew it would be brief. The slaves had been sequestered in the indoor housing area, as noted, where they would be safer, but also, by the edict of Lord Temmu, given the rigor of the siege and the scarcity of resources, and the need for the strictest of disciplines, had been denied to the garrison. I deemed this wise. Survival might depend on a keen eye and an undivided attention. Might not a climber, dark in the night, as silent as a snake, attain the parapet, cut a throat, and set meager stores ablaze? Might not a rush to a gate, up one of the high trails, perhaps that from the wharves below, be too belatedly recognized? What if a thousand fire arrows should be launched at midnight, and those who must ascend to the roofs of the castle and other buildings with their dampened mats and cloths not respond with alacrity? The unrestricted presence of the slave, like that of sake, or paga, or ka-la-na, which, too, were currently forbidden, was not to be risked. Not only might their presence be distractive, for who does not fail to note the flanks and figures of slaves, their glances, and the turns of their heads, but, too, it was feared that, if they were about, openly, rather like tabuk amongst starving larls, the mercenaries might seize them and fight amongst themselves for their use. - (Rebels of Gor)