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Vendors were quiet, men ceased calling out to one another, stevedores put down their bundles, men ceased speaking, and all drew to the sides, clearing a path between the bales and crates, and the cages. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #227)

It was the first time I had seen a woman sold. I was annoyed, too, and puzzled, that they spoke of her as the most beautiful of all, for, as far as I could see from my sturdy, small, snug, barred confinement, I was far more beautiful. In the late afternoon, surprising me, there was a sudden cessation of activity on the wharf in our vicinity, and, as precipitately, a lull in conversation. Vendors were quiet, men ceased calling out to one another, stevedores put down their bundles, men ceased speaking, and all drew to the sides, clearing a path between the bales and crates, and the cages. One figure, alone, high sandaled, clad in a black tunic, caped, a blade at his left hip, a black helmet cradled in his left arm, approached. The hitherto-crowded aisle, the linear center of the wharf, now seemed abandoned. Men on each side watched the stranger's approach. - (Plunder of Gor)