Raiders of Gor (Gorean Saga Book 6)
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Rediscover this brilliantly imagined world where men are masters and women live to serve their every desire.
Raiders of Gor is the 6th book in the Gorean Saga, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.
curule chair. Then the other captains, too, laughed. "There is no Home Stone in Port Kar!" laughed Samos. "I have seen it," said a voice near me. I was startled. I looked about and, to my wonder, saw, standing near me, the slave boy Fish. Slaves are not permitted in the hall of the captains. He had followed me in, through the guards, in the darkness. "Bind that slave and beat him!" cried the scribe. Samos, with a gesture, silenced the scribe. "Who are you?" asked Samos. "A slave," said the
in all things she asked. But if I should but beg a kindness, humbly, I feared it might be refused, that she might reject me in this as she had in all other things, my manhood and my humanity. And fused with this, excruciating in the pain of it, was my desire for her, the crying out of my blood that she had so, and deliberately, aroused. In the darkness I sensed her, and her lips, but an inch from my own. She had not deigned to move. To my horror, timidly, fearing and hesitant, I felt my lips
speak, no tincture of shame, no confusion of conscience, without the least injury to my self-esteem; I knew the long bow to be a magnificent weapon; accordingly, I made it my own. I heard a bird some forty or fifty yards to my right; it sounded like a marsh gant, a small, horned, web-footed aquatic fowl, broad-billed and broad-winged. Marsh girls, the daughters of rence growers, sometimes hunt them with throwing sticks. In some cities, Port Kar, for example, the long bow is almost unknown.
Samos informs us he is. If that is true, it seems they may well accept an honorable peace. Such a peace would, I note, open the ports of Tyros and Cos, and their allies and others, to my ships, and, of course, to yours. Peace, my captains, might well prove profitable." I regarded Samos. "If an offer of peace is to be made to Cos and Tyros," I said, "it is my hope that it would be genuine." Samos looked at me strangely. "It would be genuine," he said. The captains murmured among themselves. I
"Gold and steel!" cried my retainers. "And the bodies of women!" I said. "And the bodies of women!" they cried. Slave girls hurried to serve us. At as little as a word, or a gesture or glance, their pleasures must be proffered unquestioningly to masters. We drank. "And songs," said the blind singer. The room was quiet. I looked upon the singer. "Yes," I said, lifting my goblet to him, "and songs." There was a cry of pleasure from my retainers, and again we drank. When again I sat down I