"It is late now," I said. "I think we should sleep."
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Tarl," said I. "Let that suffice."
"Accepted," he said, smiling. He would not pry further into my affairs. Doubtless he assumed I was bandit, fugitive or assassin.
I took Constance by the arm, and threw her to his feet. It was a simple act of Gorean courtesy.
Constance looked at me, wildly.
"Please him," I said.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
Beasts of Gor
I rose to my feet. "The feast has but begun," laughed Policrates. "I am weary," I said. "I think I shall retire to my chambers." "Certainly!" he laughed, "Your journey has been long. I shall of course send a girl to wash your body and content you." "Policrates is generous," I said. "It is nothing." he said.
This form of hospitality of course is common on Gor. It is common to provide a guest with a girl for the night, to see to his comfort. My compliment, nonetheless, was appropriate as was his reply. Ritualistic amenities, and pleasantries on such occasions are invariably observed.
He rose to stand beside me. Together we looked about the tables at various girls, slaves, nude and partially clothed, who served there.
"Take your pick of the wenches," he said.
Rogue of Gor
