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"Many warriors," I said, "wear the scarlet of their caste". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #23)

For he who is at ease in the darkness, in the dusk, in the stillness before the dawn, who is patient, who waits, it is a friend, a shield, an abetment to one's work. Who knows what lurks in the darkness, what might emerge from the night? Too, skills and strengths honed in, and augmented under, adverse conditions prepare one well for the tests of the common day. Why do you think runners train in heavy sand, and hurlers of the stone use stones twice in weight to those they will cast in the games? Why do you think that some, in training beasts, tharlarion, tarns, and slaves, weight saddles, and such things?" "This is a place of police," I said, "a barrack of soldiers?" A fellow at a nearby table laughed, a short, unpleasant sound. "Many warriors," I said, "wear the scarlet of their caste". "That is true," said Tyrtaios. "I have stained my blade with the blood of several". "It is dangerous to deal with them," said a fellow at a table. - (Plunder of Gor)