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"I wish you well". - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #99)

And it seemed strange to me that this rebellion, this willingness to pursue the right as they saw it, independently of the will of the Priest-Kings, had come not first from the proud Warriors of Gor, nor the Scribes, nor the Builders nor Physicians, nor any of the high castes of the many cities of Gor, but had come from the most degraded and despised of men, wretched slaves from the mines of Tharna. I stood there and watched the slaves depart, silently now, like shadows, forsaking the precincts of the mines to seek their outlaw fortunes, their destinies beyond the laws and traditions of their cities. The Gorean phrase of farewell came silently to my lips. "I wish you well". Kron stopped by the shaft. I walked across the bar of the windlass and dropped to his side. The squat giant of the Caste of Metal Workers stood with his feet planted wide. - (Outlaw of Gor)