“Do you understand honor?” she asked.

“Do you understand honor?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“How, then, can you speak of it?” she asked.
“Once or twice I glimpsed it,” I said.
“And what is it like?” she asked.
“It is like a sun, in the morning,” I said, “rising over dark mountains.”

Magicians of Gor, p.481

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