“Are you freeing me?’ she asked
“Are you freeing me?’ she asked. It did not even occur to Sasi that anyone might consider freeing the blond-haired barbarian. She, so luscious, and becoming so beautiful, could obviously, on a world such as Gor, be only slave meat.
I looked at Sasi. Swiftly she knelt.
“Forgive me, my Master,” she said. “Please do not slay me.”
“No,” I said.
Explorers of Gor, p. 329