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"Hurry, loathsome creature," he snarled, "bring your sorry self here, taking it from the view of a high Kur, the noble Surtak, servitor of mighty Lord Agamemnon. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 53, Sentence #206)

Then, her demeanor changed again, abruptly, and she bared her fangs at Lord Grendel, and snarled and hissed, and he snarled back at her, and she turned about, angrily, and rushed to stand with Surtak and Drusus Andronicus, from which point, facing us, she, again, snarled and hissed. She drew herself up, then, with pride. Why should she not? Was she not beautiful, and had not Surtak, high Kur, been willing to spend the untold amount of ten tarns of gold, and of double weight, a sum that might ransom a Ubar's daughter, for her return? Lord Grendel, angrily, disgustedly, motioned that Eve should join our group. "Hurry, loathsome creature," he snarled, "bring your sorry self here, taking it from the view of a high Kur, the noble Surtak, servitor of mighty Lord Agamemnon. Hurry. Do not continue to offend his sight!" Eve obediently, crouched over, shamed, hurried to join us, her head down, the fur about her muzzle wet with tears. Paula seemed stricken that Eve should be so addressed, with such cruelty. - (Plunder of Gor)