
"I saw four small milk bosk grazing on short grass. In the distance, above the acres, I could see
mountains, snowcapped. A flock of verr, herded by a maid with a stick, turned bleating on the sloping
hillside. She shaded her eyes. She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle
of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly; about her neck I could see a dark ring." "If you are washed and readied" said a young thrall, collared in a kirtle of white wool, "it is
permissible to present yourself before the high seat of the house, before my master, Svein Blue Tooth,
Jarl of Torvaldsland."
Marauders of Gor, page 81
Marauders of Gor, page 194
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