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In a few minutes I, pleased, knelt, naked, on the wooden platform in the large room in the public pens of Ko-ro-ba. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1290)

He seemed truly to be arranging for supplies, and his men, in their leisure, gambled and drank in the inns and taverns of the city, spending their time striking up acquaintances with men here and there, other tarnsmen, mostly men like themselves, from other cities, now, too, by coincidence within the walls of Ko-ro-ba. There was nothing to fear from Haakon of Skjern, and his men. * * * * "Slaves out," said the guard, turning the key in the heavy lock and swinging back the barred gate of the cage. In a few minutes I, pleased, knelt, naked, on the wooden platform in the large room in the public pens of Ko-ro-ba. This time I needed not be bound hand and foot, nor held by guards. I put my head back and the leather worker again reached toward my face. His instrument was rather like a pair of closed, long-handled pliers. - (Captive of Gor)