| Codes The subject of caste codes is something that has confused some and given other a blank check to make up what ever seems to sound good. Without giving you alot of narrative, I have, instead, listed below every reference from the series where codes are mentioned. It is not meant to be anything other than the facts of the matter. The ethical teachings of Gor, which are independent of the claims and propositions of the Initiates, amount to little more than the Caste Codes – collections of says whose origins are lost in antiquity. I was specially drilled in the Code of the Warrior Caste. . . . The Code of the Warrior was, in general, characterized by a rudimentary chivalry, emphasizing loyalty to the Pride Chiefs and the Home Stone. It was harsh, but with a certain gallantry, a sense of honor that I could respect. A man could do worse than live by such a code. . . . “The High Castes in a given city,” said my father, “elect an administrator and council for stated terms. In times of crisis, a war chief, or Ubar, is named, who rules without check and by decree until, in his judgment, the crisis is passed.” “In his judgment?” I asked skeptically. “Normally the office is surrendered after the passing of the crisis,” said my father. “It is part of the Warrior’s Code.” Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 40 and 41 If I was to die, it would be, if I was not to die, I would not. I smiled to myself in spite of my fear, amused at the remark I had addressed to myself. It sounded like something out of the Code of the Warrior, something which, if taken literally, would seem to encourage its believer to take not the slightest or most sane precautions for his safety. Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 53 “Will you keep the Code of the Warrior?” asked my father. “Yes,” I said, “I will keep the Code.” “What is your Home Stone?” asked my father. Sensing what was wanted, I replied, “My Home Stone is the Home Stone of Ko-ro-ba.” “Is it to that city that you pledge your life, your honor, and your sword?” asked my father. “Yes,” I said. “Then,” said my father, placing his hands solemnly on my shoulders, “in virtue of my authority as Administrator of this City and in the presence of the Council of High Castes, I declare you to be a Warrior of Ko-ro-ba.” Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 63 “If you wish to land,” said Sana, apparently determined to see me compensated in some fashion, “I will serve your pleasure.” It occurred to me that there was at least one reply which she, bred in the honor codes of Gor, should understand, one reply that should silence her. “Would you diminish the worth of my gift to you?” I asked, feigning anger. Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 72 “I order you to protect me,” she said, never taking her eyes from the ground. “I do not take orders from the daughter of the Ubar of Ar,” I said. “You must take me with you,” she said, eyes still downcast. “Why?” I asked. After all, according to the rude codes of Gor, I owed her nothing, indeed, considering her attempt on my life, which had been foiled only by the fortuitous net of Nar’s web, I would have been within my rights to slay her, abandoning her body to the water lizards. Naturally, I was not looking at things from precisely the Gorean point of view, but she would have no way of knowing that. How could she know that I would not treat her as – according to the rough justice of Gor – she deserved? Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 92 As I looked upon her, incredibly perhaps, my rage dissipated and with it the vengeful desires that had filled me. In anger I had dragged her, helpless, mine by all the Codes of Gor, to the shelter of the trees. Yet now once again I saw her as a girl, this time as a beautiful girl, not to be abused. Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 98 “Then it is to my best interest to abandon you,” I said. “I can force you to take me,” she said. “How?” I asked. “Like this,” she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. “Now you must take me with you or slay me,” she said, “and I know you cannot slay me.” I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor. Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 109 “Yield her or I will have my tharlarion trample you,” he snapped, “or would you prefer to be spitted on my lance?” “You know the codes,” I said evenly. “If you want her, you must challenge for her and meet me with the weapon of my choice.” Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 117 “Do not harm him,” said Kazrak. “He is my sword brother, Tarl of Bristol.” Kazrak’s remark was in accord with the strange warrior codes of Gor, codes which were as natural to him as the air he breathed, and codes which I, in the Chamber of the Council of Ko-ro-ba, had sworn to uphold. One who has shed your blood, or whose blood you have shed, becomes your sword brother, unless you formally repudiate the blood on your weapons. It is a part of the kinship of Gorean warriors regardless of what city it is to which they owe their allegiance. It is a matter of caste, an expression of respect for those who share their station and profession, having nothing to do with cities or Home Stones. Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 119 “I was once as young and brave as you,” he said, “and perhaps as foolish – yes, perhaps as foolish.” The eyes of Marlenus stared over my head, into the darkness outside. “I risked my life a thousand times and gave the years of my youth to the vision of Ar and its empire, that there might be on all Gor but one language, but one commerce, but one set of codes, that the highways and passes might be safe, that the peasants might cultivate their fields in peace, that there might be but one Council to decide matters of policy, that there might be but one supreme city to unite the cylinders of a hundred severed, hostile cities and all this you have destroyed.” Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 155 “You have lifted a weapon against me,” he said. “My codes permit me to kill you.” Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 14 “Free Kal-da for all!” cried Kron, and when the proprietor, who knew the codes of his caste, tried to object, Kron flung a golden tarn disk at him. Delightedly the man ducked and scrambled to pick it up from the floor. Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 224 “I come on behalf of Lara, who is true Tatrix of Tharna. Sheathe your weapons. No more shed the blood of men of your own city. I ask this in the name of Lara, and of the city of Tharna and its people. And I ask it in the name of the codes of your own caste, for your swords are pledged to the true Tatrix Lara not Dorna the Proud!” Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 231 I wondered how it was that Thorn had given his life for this woman. It did not seem it could have been a matter of caste obligation for this obligation had been owed not to Dorna but to Lara. He had broken the codes of his caste to support the treachery of Dorna the Proud. Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 242 Further, members of castes such as the Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile. And as might be expected members of the Caste of Scribes gather here to enter into dispute and examine and trade manuscripts. Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 9 I am of the Caste of Warriors, and it is in our codes that the only death fit for a man is that in battle, but I can no longer believe that this is true, for the man I met once on the road to Ko-ro-ba died well, and taught me that all wisdom and truth does not lie in my own codes. Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 14 Had I now become so much the Gorean warrior that I could disregard the feelings of a fellow creature, in particular those of a girl, who must be protected and cared for? Could it be that I had, as the Codes of my Caste recommended, not even considered her, but merely regarded her as a rightless animal, no more than a subject beast, an abject instrument to my interests and pleasures, a slave? Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 47 and 48 At that moment I suddenly realized I was ringed by Initiates. Their codes forbade them to kill but I knew that they hired men of other castes for this purpose. Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 297 I recalled what I had heard whispered of once before, in a tavern in Ar, the terrible Scar Codes of the Wagon Peoples, for each of the hideous marks on the face of these men had a meaning, a significance that could be read by the Paravaci, the Kassars, the Kataii, the Tuchuks as clearly as you or I might read a sign in a window or a sentence in a book. Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 16 “You know your codes, do you not?” she challenged. “The codes of the warrior of Gor?” “Do not,” I said. Again she slapped me and my head leaped to the side, burning. “I hate you,” she hissed. And then, as I knew she would, she suddenly knelt before me, in fury, head down, arms extended, wrists crossed, submitting as a Gorean female. “Now,” she said, looking up, her eyes blazing with anger, “You must either slay me or enslave me.” Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 292 Once or twice I heard swords ringing from within the walls, as perhaps some men, loyal to Saphrar, or to their codes, attempted to prevent their fellows from leaving the compound, but I gather, judging from the continued exodus from the walls, that those who were this loyal were scattered and few in number. Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 310 “I am a warrior,” said the young man proudly. Kamchak signaled his archers and they came forward, their arrows trained on the young man. He then threw, one after another, a dozen bags of gold to the floor. “Save your gold, Tuchuk sleen,” said the young man. “I am a warrior and I know my codes.” Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 315. “The men who attacked the Cylinder,” I said, “who were they?” “Doubtless henchmen of Initiates,” said Flaminius. Initiates, incidentally, are not permitted by their caste codes to bear arms; nor are they permitted to injure or kill; accordingly, they hire men for these purposes. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 267 “The teeth of the tharlarion,” said he, “are swift, Warrior.” “I know,” I said. “If you wish,” said he, “we will slay you first.” “I,” I said, “I do not want to die.” I lowered my head, burning with shame. In my eyes in that moment it seemed I had lost myself, that my codes had been betrayed, Ko-ro-ba my city dishonored, even the blade I had carried soiled. I could not look Ho-Hak again in the eyes. In their eyes, and in mine, I could now be nothing, only slave. “I had thought the better of you,” said Ho-Hak. “I had thought you were of the warriors.” I could not speak to him. “I see now,” said Ho-Hak, “you are indeed of Port Kar.” I could not raise my head, so shamed I was. It seemed I could never lift my head again. “Do you beg to be a slave?” asked Ho-Hak. The question was cruel, but fair. I looked at Ho-Hak, tears in my eyes. I saw only contempt on that broad, calm face. I lowered my head. “Yes,” I said. “I beg to be a slave.” . . . To me, at that moment, it seemed I cared not whether they chose to throw me to tharlarion or not. It seemed to me that I had lost what might be more precious than life itself. How could I face myself, or anyone? I had chosen ignominious bondage to the freedom of honorable death. Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 24 I was ashamed that I had been brutal with her, but I would not show it. I knew, in my heart, that it had been I, I myself, who had betrayed me, I who had fallen short of the warrior codes, I who had dishonored my own Home Stone, and the blade I bore. It was I who was guilty. Not she. Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 86 Again she regarded me with irritation. “Very well,” she said. And then, angrily, loftily, she walked to the deck before me and then, movement by movement, to my fury, knelt before me, back on her heels, head down, and extended, wrists crossed, as though for binding. “You are a fool!” I told her. She lifted her head, and smiled. “You may simply leave me here if you wish,” she said. “It is not in the codes,” I said. Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 97 Also considered, though nothing was determined that night, were matters of taxation, the unification and revision of the codes of the five Ubars, the establishment of council courts, replacing those of the Ubars, and the acquisition of a sizable number of men-at-arms, who would be directly responsible to the council itself, in effect, a small council police or army. Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 159 “You chose,” said Samos, “as warriors have it, ignominious bondage over the freedom of honorable death.” There were tears in my eyes. “I dishonored my sword, my city. I betrayed my codes.” “You found your humanity,” said Samos. “I betrayed my codes!” I cried. “It is only in such moments,” said Samos, “that a man sometimes learns that all truth and all reality is not written in one’s own codes.” Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 310 Rask of Treve, as a raider true to the codes of Treve, that hidden coign of tarnsmen, that remote, secret, mountainous city of the vast, scarlet Voltai range, had not, in these circumstances, much pushed pursuit. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 190 I knew that I had once betrayed my codes. I knew that I was one who had once chosen ignominious slavery over the freedom of honorable death. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 367 “His hand on the hilt of his sword,” said Mira, “and his other hand on the medallion of Ar, his daughter was disowned.” I gasped, stunned. “Yes,” laughed Verna, “according to the codes of the warriors and by the rites of the city of Ar, no longer is Talena kin or daughter of Marlenus of Ar.” Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 131 But in the Delta of the Vosk, he had lost his honor. He had betrayed his codes. There, merely to save his miserable life, he had chosen ignominious slavery to the freedom of honorable death. He had sullied the sword, the honor, which he had pledged to Ko-ro-ba’s Home Stone. By that act he had cut himself away from his codes, his vows. For such an act, there was no atonement, even to the throwing of one’s body upon one’s sword. It was in that moment of his surrender to his cowardice that Tarl Cabot was gone and, in his place, knelt a slave contemptuously named Bosk, for a great shambling oxlike creature of the plains of Gor. Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 4 In the codes of the warriors, there is a saying, “Be strong, and do as you will. The swords of others will set your limits.” . . . “Within the circle of each man’s sword,” say the codes of the warrior, “therein is each man a Ubar” “Steel is the coinage of the warrior,” say the codes, “With it he purchases what pleases him” Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 10 “I would not have thought Sarus of Tyros would have used poisoned steel,” I said. Such a device, like the poisoned arrow, was not only against the codes of the warriors, but, generally, was regarded as unworthy of men. Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 18 It was possible, too, of course, that the Kurii had become gentle beasts, fond of farming, renouncing their warlike ways, and turning humbly to the soil, and the labors of the earth, setting perhaps therein an excellent example for the still half-savage human animals of Gor, so predatory, so savage, so much concerned with wars, and their codes and honor. Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 176 “Surely you know, Bran Loort,” said Thurnus, “it is the duty of a slave girl to be fully and completely pleasing to men. Were she not so she would be subject to severe punishment, including even torture and death, should it be the master’s wish.” “We took her without your permission,” said Bran Loort. “In this,” said Thurnus, “you have committed a breach of code.” “It does not matter to me,” said Bran Loort. “Neither a plow, nor a bosk, nor a girl may one man take from another, saving with the owner’s saying of it,” quoted Thurnus. “I do not care,” said Bran Loort. “What is it, Bran Loort, that separates men from sleen and larls?” asked Thurnus. “I do not know,” said Bran Loort. “It is the codes,” said Thurnus. “The codes are meaningless noises, taught to boys,” said Bran Loort. “The codes are the wall,” said Thurnus. “I do not understand,” said Bran Loort. “It is the codes which separate men from sleen and larls,” said Thurnus. “They are the difference. They are the wall.” Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 226 I sensed that the codes were to be invoked. What Bran Loort and his fellows had done exceeded the normal rights of custom, the leniencies and tacit permissions of a peasant community; commonly the codes are invisible; they exist not to control human life, but to make it possible. The rapes of Verr Tail and Radish, interestingly, had not counted as code breaches, though in neither case had explicit permission for their conquest been granted by Thurnus; such permission, in such cases, was implicit in the customs of the community; it did not constitute a “taking from” but a brief use of, an “enjoyment of,” without the intent to do injury to the honor of the master; “taking from,” in the sense of the code is not, strictly, theft, though theft would be “taking from.” “Taking from,” in the sense of the codes, implies the feature of being done against the presumed will of the master, of infringing his rights, more significantly, of offending his honor. In what Bran Loort had done, insult had been intended. The Gorean peasant, like Goreans in general, has a fierce sense of honor. Bran Loort had known exactly what he had been doing. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 228 I caught the arm of the captain. His face turned white. “Have you raised your arm against me?” I asked. I released his arm, and he staggered back. Then he slung his shield on his arm, and unsheathed the blade slung at his left hip. “What is going on!” demanded the woman. “Be silent, foolish woman,” said the captain. She cried out with rage. But what did she know of the codes? Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 114 “You have wronged this man,” said the captain. “And he has labored within the permissions of his codes.” “I order you to kill him!” cried the free woman, pointing to me. “Will you permit us to pass, Warrior?” asked the captain. “I am afraid, under the circumstances,” I said, “that is no longer possible.” He nodded. “Of course not,” he said. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 115 “I see you are not of the assassins,” I said. It is a matter of pride for members of that caste to avoid the use of poisoned steel. Too, their codes forbid it. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 141 “Flee!” she said. “I am of the Warriors,” I said. “But you may die,” she said. “That is acknowledged in the codes,” I said. “What are the codes?” she asked. “They are nothing, and everything,” I said. “They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii.” . . . “None would know if you betrayed the codes,” she said. “I would know,” I said, “and I am of the Warriors.” “What is it to be a warrior?” she asked. “It is to keep the codes,” I said. “You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one’s countenance, but these things are not truly needful; they are not, truly, what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm of iron which makes the warrior.” She looked up at me. “It is the codes,” I said. “Abandon your codes,” she said. “One does not speak to a slave of the codes,” I said. “Abandon them,” she said. “Kneel, Slave Girl,” I said. She looked at me, frightened, and swiftly knelt in the snow, in the moonlight, before me. She looked up at me. “Forgive me, Master,” she said. “Please do not kill me!” Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 340 The assassins take in lads who are perhaps characterized by little but unusual swiftness, and cunning, and strength and skill, and perhaps a selfishness and greed, and, in time, transform this raw material into efficient, proud, merciless men, practitioners of a dark trade, men loyal to secret codes the content of which is something at which most men dare not guess. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 358 “Ulafi should have been recruited,” said the dark-haired girl. “He will do anything for gold.” “Except betray his merchant codes,” said he who was called Kunguni. I was pleased to hear this, for I was rather fond of the tall, regal Ulafi. Apparently they did not regard him as a likely fellow to be used in the purchase of stolen notes on speculation, to be resold later to their rightful owner. Many merchants, I was sure, would not have been so squeamish. Such dealings, of course, would encourage the theft of notes. It was for this reason that they were forbidden by the codes. Such notes, their loss reported, are to be canceled, and replaced with alternative notes. Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 148 “Why is it,” she asked, “that the men of Gor do not think and move in herds, like those of Earth?” “I do not know,” I said. “Perhaps they are different. Perhaps the culture is different. Perhaps it has something to do with the decentralization of city states, the multiplicity of traditions, the diversity of the caste codes.” Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 333 “You always were a courageous fellow, Callimachus,” said the standing man. “I always admired that in you. Had you not been concerned to keep the codes, you might have gone far. I might have found a position for you even in my organization.” Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 77 “Once I was captain in Port Cos,” he said. “Indeed it was I who once drove the band of Policrates from the vicinity of Port Cos.” He looked up at me. “But that was long ago,” he said. I no longer remember that captain. I think he is gone now.” “What occurred?” I asked. “He grew more fond of paga than of his codes,” he said. “Disgraced, he was dismissed. He came west upon the river, to Victoria.” Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 180 Victoria knew him still as only a fallen man, one defeated, one lax in his caste codes, one inert and whining in traps of his own weaving. Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 228 “You should have let me kill it,” said Grunt. “Perhaps,” I said. “Why did you not have me fire?” asked Grunt. “It has to do with codes,” I said. “Who are you, truly?” asked Grunt. “One to whom codes were once familiar,” I said, “one by whom they have never been completely forgotten.” Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 271 They were resplendent in finery and paint. Feathers, each one significant and meaningful, in the codes of the Kaiila, recounting their deeds and honors, adorned their hair. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 25 I felt a cool breeze. I felt sorrow for Mahpiyasapa. It must be a terrible thing for a father to realize that his beloved son has betrayed his codes. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 189 “Even warriors long sometimes for the sight of their own flags, atop friendly walls, for the courtyards of their keeps, for the hearths of their halls. Thus admit the Codes.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 306 As we had not been similarly armed, it alone, afoot, and I with Grunt, he with an armed crossbow, and as it had not rushed upon me, I had not contested its withdrawal from the field. Such had seemed in accordance with codes to which I had once subscribed, codes which I had never forgotten. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 459 In other cities, and in most cities, on the other hand, a free woman may, with legal tolerance, submit herself as a slave to a specific man. If he refuses her, she is then still free. If he accepts her, she is then, categorically, a slave, and he may do with her as he pleases, even selling her or giving her away, or slaying her, if he wishes. Here we might note a distinction between laws and codes. In the codes of the warriors, if a warrior accepts a woman as a slave, it is prescribed that, at least for a time, an amount of time up to his discretion, she be spared. If she should be the least bit displeasing, of course, or should prove recalcitrant in even a tiny way, she may be immediately disposed of. It should be noted that this does not place a legal obligation on the warrior. It has to do, rather, with the proprieties of the codes. If a woman not within a clear context of rights, such as capture rights, house rights, or camp rights, should pronounce herself slave, simpliciter, then she is subject to claim. These claims may be explicit, as in branding, binding and collaring, or as in the uttering of a claimancy formula, such as “I own you,” “You are mine,” or “You are my slave,” or implicit, as in, for example, permitting the slave to feed from your hand or follow you. Players of Gor Book 20 Page 21 There was nothing in the codes of the warriors, as I recalled, that explicitly demanded resistance to brigands, though perhaps it was presupposed. Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 90 “Work?” asked Hurtha, in horror. He was an Alar warrior. To be sure, manual labor was not exactly prescribed by my own caste codes either. Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 105 Too, the Gorean peasant tends to be a master of the “peasant bow,” a weapon of unusual accuracy, rapidity of fire, and striking force. Usually, as it is their caste policy, the farmers or villagers seek new land, usually farther away, to start again. They seldom attempt to enter the cities, where they might eventually contribute to the formation of a discontented urban proletariat. Their caste codes discourage it. Also, of course, they would generally not be citizens of the city and in the city there would be little opportunity for them to practice their caste crafts. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 303 Warriors, it is said in the codes, have a common Home Stone. Its name is battle. Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 343 “There was no crime then,” she said, “in my appearing in public as I did, even though, say, I wore but a single layer and my calves, ankles and feet were bared.” “Whether the degree of your exposure was sufficient to violate the codes of decorum is a subtle point,” said Aemilianus, “but I will not press it.” Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 368 How complex and desperate had become the world. I felt so small, like a particle adrift on a vast sea, beneath a vast sky, a particle taken here and there, at the mercy of the tides, the currents, the winds, not understanding. But there were compasses and landmarks, as palpable to me as the stars by which I might navigate on Thassa, as solid and undoubted as the great brick structure of the pharos of Port Cos itself. There were the codes, and honor, and steel. Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 414 It was lonely here. Yet such times are good in the life of a warrior, times to be alone, to think. He who cannot think is not a man, so saith the codes. Yet neither, too, they continue, is he who can only think. Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 65 “Are you of the Warriors?” asked Labienus. “Yes,” I said. “Hear,” said Labienus to his men. “He is of the Warriors.” “He says he is,” said a fellow, glumly. “What is the 97th Aphorism in the Codes?” inquired Labienus. “My scrolls may not be those of Ar,” I said. To be sure, the scrolls should be, at least among the high cities, in virtue of conventions held at the Sardar Fairs, particularly the Fair of En’Kara, much in agreement. “Will you speak?” asked Labienus. “Remove the female,” I said. “He is a Warrior,” said one of the men. One of the men lifted the bound Ina in his arms, one hand behind the back of her knees, and the other behind her back, and carried her from where we were gathered. In a few moments he returned. “The female is now out of earshot?” inquired Labienus, staring ahead. “Yes,” said the fellow, “and she will stay where I left her, on her back, as I tied her hair about the base of a stout shrub.” “The 97th Aphorism in the Codes I was taught,” I said, “is in the form of a riddle: “What is invisible but more beautiful than diamonds?” “And the answer?” inquired Labienus. “That which is silent but deafens thunder.” The men regarded one another. “And what is that?” asked Labienus. “The same,” said I, “as that which depresses no scale but is weightier than gold.” “And what is that?” asked Labienus. “Honor,” I said. “He is of the Warriors,” said a man. Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 305 The warrior does not kill himself or aid others in the doing of it. It is not in the codes. Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 446 “You have drawn a weapon against me,” I said. “You are of the warriors?” said the fellow. He wavered. He, too, knew the codes. “Yes,” I said. “And he?” asked the fellow. “He, too,” I said. “You are not in scarlet,” he said. “True,” I said. Did he think that the color of a fellow’s garments was what made him a warrior? Surely he must realize that one not of the warriors might affect the scarlet, and that one who wore the grimed gray of a peasant, one barefoot, and armed only with the great staff, might be of the scarlet caste. It is not the uniform which makes the warrior, the soldier. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 129 I was not certain, really, of the responses of Marcus. He was not a fellow of Earth, but a Gorean. Too, he was of the Warriors, and his codes, in a situation of this sort, their weapons drawn, entitled him, even encouraged him, to attack, and kill. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 169 Whereas members of the caste of slavers are slavers, not all slavers are members of the caste of slavers. For example, I am not of the slavers, but in Port Kar I am known as Bosk, and he known as many things, among them pirate and slaver. Too, both Marcus and myself were of the warriors, the scarlet caste, and as such were not above taking slaves. Such is not only permitted in the codes, but encouraged by them. “The slave is a joy and a convenience to the warrior.” Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 315 I took no note of the raised staff. I could, of course, at that point, have killed him. My codes permitted it. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 417 |