A love unknown to a free woman, in its
helplessness, its need, its depth,
profundity, beauty, and passion, is often felt by
a woman for
the man whose collar she wears. Owned, she is his, wholly. (Mariners of
Gor, Page 96)
As a man, you probably do not know what it is for
a woman to kneel before a man, to be at his feet, to lift your head, to look up
at him, or to keep your
head down before him, if commanded. It is
symbolic of your utter otherness, of your softness before his hardness, your weakness
before his strength, your slightness before his might, your beauty and
helplessness before his virility and power, your readiness before his command.
It is, one fears,
as though one were in one's place, before one's
master. How, I ask, can a woman so situated, one on her knees, speak to a man?"
"As a woman," I suggested.
"It is a position of petition, or
submission, is it not?" she
asked.
"Yes," I said. (Mariners of Gor, page
100)
"An ost," said Lord Nishida, "is
not well advised to pursue
the great hith, against which its poison is
useless."
This is not as surprising as it might seem, as
the poison of
the ost, as that of many poisonous snakes, is
prey-selective,
deadly against warm-blooded animals, such as tiny
urts, its
customary prey, or even larger animals, such as
verr and
tabuk, but harmless to other snakes, to certain
forms of
tharlarion, and such.
"It is true," I said. (Mariners of Gor,
Page 137)
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