“How can you not love me?” she asked.

“How can you not love me?” she asked. “You are an extremely beautiful and desirable woman,” he said, “and you would doubtless, stripped, bring a good price on the auction block, but, even so, it is less difficult than you surmise.” “I can bring you not only beauty,” she said, “but position, honor, and riches.” “That is an obvious superiority of the free woman over the slave,” he said. “Certainly,” she said. “Strange then,” said he, “how men should prefer slaves.” “A slave’s beauty,” she said, “is not even hers to bring— but others’ to buy or seize.” “True,” said Cabot. “And she will not bring you wealth and power!” “One might sell her for a profit,” said Cabot. “What can one have from a slave?” she scoffed. “Herself,” said Cabot, “wholly, as one cannot begin to have from a free woman.” “They would be no more than your animal,” she said. “True,” said Cabot. “And doubtless,” she said, “an animal from whom one may have unquestioning, instantaneous obedience and, at one’s least whim, inordinate pleasure.” “Yes,” said Cabot.

Kur of Gor, p. 533

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