“Since we are friends, and have known one another for many years, Rim,” began Arn
“Since we are friends, and have known one another for many years, Rim,” began Arn, affably,
“I am willing to let these two beauties go for ten pieces of gold apiece, nineteen if you take the pair, as they are.” Rim stood up.
“There is no trading to be done here,” he said.
“Nine pieces of gold apiece,” said Arn, getting to his feet.
“Gather the cups and wine,” said Rim to Cara. She began to do so.
“Seventeen for the pair,” said Arn.
“You insult me,” said Rim.
“These are untrained girls, not yet even branded, raw from the forest.”
“They are beauties,” said Arn. “Common stock,” said Rim.
“What do you conjecture they are worth?” asked Arn.
“We shall pay you,” said Rim, “four copper tarn disks per wench.”
“Sleen!” cried Arn. “Sleen!” The girls cried out with fury.
“Five for each,” conceded Rim.
“These women could be sold in Ar,” cried Arn, “for ten gold pieces each!”
“Perhaps,” said Rim, “but we are not in Ar.”
Hunters of Gor, p. 36