When again I sat down I said to the serving slaves, “Feast the singer well,”

When again I sat down I said to the serving slaves, “Feast the singer well,” and then I turned to Luma, slave and accountant of my house, braceleted and chained at the end of the long table, and said to her,
“Tomorrow, the singer, before he is sent on his way, is to be given a cap of gold.”

Raiders of Gor, p. 227

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