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"Lord Agamemnon," cried Decius Albus, "Eleventh Face of the Nameless One! Forgive me, dear, noble lady! I did not know! Forgive me! Welcome! How thoughtful of the noble lord to remember his unworthy servants, and how like him to transmit his gift, or gifts, by means of so wise and beauteous a messenger!" "Well," she said, "the gifts are not from him". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #619)

She looked back, to where the Kurlike thing that had accompanied her to the field waited, bearing the large, flat box. "From whom?" asked Decius Albus, warily. "Perhaps you have heard of a High One," she said, "by name, Agamemnon". "Lord Agamemnon," cried Decius Albus, "Eleventh Face of the Nameless One! Forgive me, dear, noble lady! I did not know! Forgive me! Welcome! How thoughtful of the noble lord to remember his unworthy servants, and how like him to transmit his gift, or gifts, by means of so wise and beauteous a messenger!" "Well," she said, "the gifts are not from him". "But—" said Decius Albus. "I was merely curious to know if you had heard of such a fellow," she said. "How is it," asked Decius Albus, narrowly, "that you have heard of Lord Agamemnon?" "Surely you are interested in the gifts I have brought," she said. - (Plunder of Gor)