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![]() PityBeasts of Gor Book 12 Page 80 Throughout the books slaves are shown to beg for mercy, forgiveness and pity. In looking through all the references I see no difference in the situations where one word could not have been used in place of another. What I mean is, there is not a particular occasion where forgiveness is always begged and a different situation where mercy is always begged.
Forgive:What is interesting is that each definition uses at least one of the other words in helping to gain a better understanding of its meaning. Here are a couple more quotes to help emphasize this: I sensed the man standing behind me, on a ramp. "I was bitten," I said. "I was bitten!" I twisted on the wood, trying to see him. "Have mercy, Master!" I said. "I was bitten!"To sum this up, aside from subtle differences, it does not matter which word a slave uses to beg a Free Person not to punish that one. There are literally hundreds of instances where slaves begged for mercy or forgiveness or pity. I have referenced some on these pages. I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them. Arrive at your own conclusions. I wish you well, Fogaban "Have pity," she said, "if not on Vika of Treve - on a poor girl who is only your slave." I knelt before Verna. I extended my hands to her. "Have pity on me, Mistress," I wept. "Have pity, Mistress!" wept the caught slave girl, her head to her mistress' sandals. "Take pity on a slave, Master," she said. "The ring, the papers!" said the girl in the black slacks. "I was captured," wept the girl. "I was put on another ship. I was chained in a dark hold, with other women, naked. I do not know what happened to anything. Have pity on a slave!" Then I was drawn to the very edge of the pool. I looked back wildly over my shoulder, sobbing. 'Please, Master!' I wept. 'Have mercy on me, Master Mercy, Master, mercy! Take pity on a worthless slave!' "I did not mean to displease my Gorean master," she said. "I did not think. Take pity on me. I am only a slave." "Sell us, beloved Master!" begged Ginger. "Please, Master," begged Evelyn, "we are only poor slaves. Take pity on us! Sell us to another!" "I have been put with the Waniyanpi," she said. "It was my punishment. But I am not one of them. Take pity on me. Have mercy on me. I am not truly a Waniyanpi female. I am a woman. I have the feelings of a woman. I want the sensations of a woman. I need the sensations of a woman. Have mercy on me, Master!" "Have pity on me, Masters," she wept. "I am only a helpless, braceleted slave!" "No!" cried Tupita. "No!" She flung herself to her knees before the leader, and the others. "No, please, Masters!" she cried. "Take pity on me!" "Spare me!" she suddenly begged. "Spare me, noble Cosians!" She clasped her hands together piteously, holding them forth toward Calliodorus and Aemilianus. "Spare me!" she wept. "Take pity on a female!" "I was taken in the levies," she said. "You have earned yourself discipline," I said. "Please, no!" she cried. "Have pity on me! I am only a poor slave!" "Do you think it is permissible for you to lie to a free man?" I asked. "No, Master!" she said. She put down her head, her head in her hands, and sobbed. "I am now half naked and in a collar!" she sobbed. "I am at your mercy. Take pity on me!" "You wish to placate masters?" I asked. "If I have displeased them, yes!" she said. "Please, sirs!" cried the woman. "Take pity on me!" "I will take pity on you with a whip!" called a fellow. "Take pity on a slave," she begged. How helpless was the slave so suddenly in the grip of her need! "What?" he asked. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing!" She seemed piteous, shaken, open, emotionally revealed. Cabot steeled himself against pity. Cabot recognized the moment as important to her, a door opened, a barrier crossed, a secret confessed. "But, why, Master?" she asked. "Because you are no longer a free woman," I said. "Because you are now a slave." "I do not understand," she whispered. "Because you are now a thousand times more female than before," I said. "Master?" she said. "Because you are now a slave," I said. "Have pity on me!" she wept. The slave put down her head, shuddering, weeping. "Dear sister!" I called. "I am such as you, a woman, but, hapless, have fallen upon hard times, Behold, I am afflicted by a most grievous plight! I find myself in the throes of misery and helplessness. See how I am! See what has been done to me! I would be free. Free me! Have pity! "Master!" I called upward. "I am hungry. I am cold. I am miserable! Be kind! Have pity on a poor slave!" |
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