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Those present smiled, and, lightly, struck their left shoulders, softly, repeatedly, in Gorean applause. As far as I knew, there was no ubarate, Mytilene, amongst the Farther Islands, or elsewhere. On the other hand, much of Gor was terra incognita, and who would be likely, I gathered, to challenge the confident assertion of an individual as prominent and powerful, and as presumably well informed, as Decius Albus. Kurik, who must have been somewhat puzzled by this attention, and its nature, smiled, and raised his hand, briefly, acknowledging this introduction. At that point, the throng in the room gathered about Kurik and Decius Albus, and Decius Albus began to introduce them, or most of them, one after the other, to Kurik, and all were exchanging hand clasps, hand to wrist, in the Gorean fashion, which grip is more secure than the hand-to-hand clasp, with which I was familiar from my former world. On my former world, as I later learned, however, that grip is also known, the hand-to-wrist grip, but primarily amongst mariners. I was the only woman in the room, and I knelt to the side, unnoticed. - (Plunder of Gor)