For whom you wear on your forehead the mark of the black dagger?
“May I ask,” inquired Cernus, “for whom you wear on your forehead the mark of the black dagger?”
I would speak of these things, to some extent, with Cernus, for it was important, though perilous, that he should understand what purported to be my mission. It was now time that certain things should be revealed, that they might leak into the streets of Ar.
“I come to avenge,” I said, “Tarl Cabot, he of Ko-ro-ba.”
There were cries of astonishment from the men-at-arms. I smiled to myself. I had little doubt but that in an Ahn the story would be in all the paga taverns of Ar, on all the bridges and in all the cylinders.
“In this city,” said Cernus, “Tarl Cabot, he of Ko-ro-ba, is known as Tarl of Bristol.”
“Yes,” I said.
Assassin of Gor, p. 60