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So I knelt before Leander, hoping for a roll or bit of bread, and told him the latest gossip and rumors, the freshest scandals and stories, which had circulated amongst the patrons of the Golden Chain. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #226)

It can take months for the news of some event of importance in Schendi or remote Turia to reach Kassau or Hunjer, or Port Kar, or even Cos, or Tyros. And even then what reaches the taverns and markets is likely to be only incomplete and garbled accounts, passed from to hand to hand, so to speak, and often founded, ultimately, I fear, on the ramblings of merchants and mariners, perhaps enunciated through the fumes of paga. Access to local news, of course, is likely to be more prompt, if not more accurate. So I knelt before Leander, hoping for a roll or bit of bread, and told him the latest gossip and rumors, the freshest scandals and stories, which had circulated amongst the patrons of the Golden Chain. As a slave, one grows extremely sensitive to the moods, the expressions, the subtle attitudes, the little things, about the free, and, accordingly, I paid close attention to items which I sensed pleased Master Leander, and those in which, from my memory, I suspected he might be especially interested, and then I elaborated on them, and embellished them shamelessly. I thought I did it quite nicely. It would be nice to be rewarded. - (Quarry of Gor)