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I hesitated, for how did I know but that the chains of the larls might be loosed once I was between them. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #44)

I thought the snowy whiteness of their pelts was beautiful. Throaty growls menaced me, and an occasional paw, the claws extended, was lifted, but the beasts made no effort now to pull against the grim, jewel-set collars which bound them. I had not long to wait for only a few moments later, perhaps no more than ten Gorean Ihn, a section of stone rolled silently back and upward revealing a rock passage beyond of perhaps some eight feet square. I hesitated, for how did I know but that the chains of the larls might be loosed once I was between them. How did I know what might lie before me in that dark, quiet passage? As I hesitated for that moment, I became aware of a motion inside the passage, which gradually became a white-clad rather short, rotund figure. To my amazement a man stepped from the passage, blinking against the sun. He was clad in a white robe, somewhat resembling those of the Initiates. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)