“What is this?” he asked.

“What is this?” he asked.
“A whip, a whip!” I said.
“What sort of whip?” he asked.
“A slave whip!” I wept.
“And what is it for?” he asked.
“The whipping of slaves,” I said.
“And what are you?” he asked.
“A slave,” I said, “Master.”

Plunder of Gor, p. 319

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