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How terrified are slaves of free women! How they hate us! How it pleases them to make us suffer! What would be done with us? I was aware of the storm, the pouring of rain, and the shaking of the curtains of the canopied area. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #258)

I, too, though grateful for the warmth of the blanket and the shelter of the canopied area, was, as was Euphrosyne, miserable. I was desolate with fear and grief. I was to be carried to far-off Cos, to be a woman's slave, the slave of proud Talena, once a Ubara, whom we had had the foolish temerity, unwitting as it was, to treat as an equal in Port Kar. How terrified are slaves of free women! How they hate us! How it pleases them to make us suffer! What would be done with us? I was aware of the storm, the pouring of rain, and the shaking of the curtains of the canopied area. Twice I heard Seremides call, "Pause, wait, be ready, lads, now, now stroke," when, I suppose, the rhythm of the oars had begun to lapse from some desiderated regularity. I heard Seremides once inquire as to pursuit. "None that I can see," called Vas of Anango. - (Quarry of Gor)