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Year 10,171 Contasta Ar


Love Between



Here are relevant references from the Books where Love Between is mentioned.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.

I wish you well,
Fogaban




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Main Headings

Love Between Castes
Love Between Cities
Love Between Citizens and Ruler
Love Between Companions
Love Between Family
Love Between Free Women and Slaves
Love Between Kurii
Love Between Men
Love Between Slaves
Love Between Slaves and Free Women
Love Between the Men of Tyros and the Women of Hura


 


Love Between Castes
To The Top


There is little love lost between Physicians and Initiates, even as is the case between Scribes and Initiates.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 266


Little love is lost betwixt the castes of warriors and assassins.
Beasts of Gor     Book 12     Page 136


Little love is lost between the Scribes and Merchants. The Scribes is a high caste and the Merchants is the richest caste. Each therefore regards itself as superior to the other, and each, then, would be reluctant to seem to lower itself before the other.
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 493


Little love was lost between the higher castes and the lower castes.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 283





 


Love Between Cities
To The Top


The captains muttered angrily. It did not bode well for Port Kar that the Ubar of Tyros should voyage to Cos. More than ever it now seemed possible, or probable, that the two island Ubarates might well be conspiring against Port Kar. Why else should there be a meeting of the two Ubars? Generally, there was almost as little love lost between them as between them and the Ubars of Port Kar.
Raiders of Gor     Book 6     Pages 162 - 163


"Even so," said Callimachus, "do you think that he, a warrior of Ar, a captain, will simply disguise himself and hurry off to a rendezvous in Victoria? He is surely aware that many in Victoria bear those of Ar little love. He will be suspicious."
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Page 232


"Where lies your allegiance?" asked he.

"I am of Port Kar," I said.

"There is no love lost between Ar and Port Kar," he said.

"We are at least at war with Cos," I said.
Vagabonds of Gor     Book 24     Page 140


"Is Treve a city?" Ellen asked.

"Yes," said Laura. "And little love is lost between those of Treve and this city."

"What is the name of this city?" asked Ellen.

"You do not know?"

"No."

"Ar," said Laura.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 161


One of the fellows started up a song, and it was taken up by the others, a song of Cos, a rowing song, from which island Ubarate derived Peisistratus and some three or four of his fellows. The song, however, was well known, certainly on Tyros and Tabor, named for its shape, and in other places. Cabot had heard it in Port Kar, but attributed there judiciously to another origin, as little love was lost between Cos and Port Kar.
Kur of Gor     Book 28     Page 669





 


Love Between Citizens and Ruler
To The Top


In the fields little love was lost where the house of Yamada was concerned. His mercilessly imposed tyranny, wrought by the edge of the sword, was keenly resented.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 75





 


Love Between Companions
To The Top


"Let there be made a feast," decreed Thurnus. There was a cheer.

"But first. Thurnus, my love," said Melina, speaking now from the doorway of their hut, "let us drink to the victory of the night."

There was silence.

She carried a metal goblet, and, slowly, in stately fashion, descended the steps to the ground, approaching Thurnus.

She lifted the cup to him. "Drink, noble Thurnus, my love," said she to him. "I bring you the brew of victory."

Suddenly I realized what must be her plan. Melina was a shrewd, clever woman. She had counted on Bran Loort and his young men defeating Thurnus. Yet, in the event they did not manage this, she had purchased a powder from Tup Ladletender, the peddler. Had Bran Loort been victorious she had promised me to him. But, too, I had been promised to Tup Ladletender, in exchange for the powder, were it successful. In each plan Dina, the slave girl, had been the bauble with which to bring about her will. Had Bran Loort been successful, I would have been his. Ladletender's powder would then be unnecessary, and would be returned to him. If Bran Loort was unsuccessful, then the way would be clear to use Ladletender's powder, and I. of course, Bran Loort defeated, could then be straightforwardly tendered in payment for it. The plans, sharp alternatives, excluded one another; their common element was I, as payment. Melina had planned well.

"Drink, my love," said Melina, lifting the cup to Thurnus. "Drink to your victory, and mine."

Thurnus took the cup.

I tried to cry out, but could not. I struggled in the stock.

My eyes were wild over the heavy gagging that had been inflicted upon me.

None looked upon me. I struggled in the stock. I tried to scream. I could utter no sound. I wore a Gorean gag.

Do not drink it, Master!" I wanted to scream, "It is poisoned! Do not drink! It is poison!"

"Drink, my love," said Melina.

I could utter no sound. I wore a Gorean gag.

Thurnus lifted the cup to his lips. He paused. "Drink," urged Melina.

"It is our common victory," said Thurnus.

"Yes, my love," said Melina.

"Drink first, Companion," said Thurnus.

Melina seemed startled. Then she said, "It is first your victory, then mine, my love."

Thurnus smiled.

"Drink you first, my love," she urged.

"My love," smiled Thurnus, "drink you first."

"First, you," said she.

"Drink," said Thurnus. His voice was not pleasant.

Melina's face went white.

"Drink," said Thurnus.

She reached forth, hands shaking, to take the cup.

"I shall hold the cup," said Thurnus. "Drink."

"No," said she. She put her head down. "It is poison."

Thurnus smiled. Then he put his head back, and drained the cup.
Slave Girl of Gor     Book 11     Pages 234 - 235


she then, to her pleasure, well understands his dominance over her; then her slavery is truly brought home to her; even among free lovers, I have heard, the man, in the fullness of his heat, often laughs at the woman's illusion of freedom and seizes her to him as a slave;
Slave Girl of Gor     Book 11     Page 361





 


Love Between Family
To The Top


Biographical details are tedious, so suffice it to say that I was a bright child, fairly large for my age, and was given a creditable upbringing by an aunt who furnished everything that a child might need, with the possible exception of love.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 10


"Father," I said.

He straightened and turned to face me across that simple, strange room. It was impossible to tell if he had wept. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes, and his rather stern features seemed for a moment to be tender. Looking into his eyes, I realized, with an incomprehensible suddenness and a joy that still bewilders me, that someone existed who loved me.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Pages 24 - 25


As we fought, the men of Ar, fighting brilliantly for their city, their honor and loved ones, pushed back the men of Pa-Kur again and again, but from the interior of the cylinder swarmed more men of the Assassin.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 210


"But my father," said Vika, "whose slave she was, and who was of the Caste of Physicians of Treve, loved her very much and asked her to be his Free Companion." Vika laughed softly. "For three years she refused him," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because she loved him," said Vika, "and did not wish him to take for his Free Companion only a lowly Passion Slave."
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 69


"He must have loved you very much, after your mother died," I said.

"Yes," said Vika, "I suppose so - but he was a fool."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"He followed me into the Sardar, to try and save me," she said.

"He must have been a very brave man," I said.

She rolled away from me and stared at the wall. After a time she spoke, her words cruel with contempt.

"He was a pompous little fool," she said, "and afraid even of the cry of a larl."

She sniffed.

Suddenly she rolled back to face me. "How," she asked, "could my mother have loved him? He was only a fat, pompous little fool."

"Perhaps he was kind to her," I suggested, "- when others were not."

"Why would anyone be kind to a Passion Slave?" asked Vika.

I shrugged.

"For the Passion Slave," she said, "it is the belled ankle, perfume, the whip and the furs of love."

"Perhaps he was kind to her," I suggested again, "- when others were not."

"I don't understand," said Vika.

"Perhaps," I said, "he cared for her and spoke to her and was gentle - and loved her."
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 70


"Yes," I said. I shook my head and wiped my eyes. I still held the memory of the lonely, beautiful woman whom I had known so briefly in my childhood, who in those short years had so loved me. Inwardly I cursed the Mul-Torch that had brought tears to the eyes of a Warrior of Ko-ro-ba.

"Why did she not remain on Gor?" I asked.

"It frightened her," said Misk, "and your father asked that she be allowed to return to Earth, for loving her he wished her to be happy and also perhaps he wanted you to know something of his old world."
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 127





 


Love Between Free Women and Slaves
To The Top


One of the women did come up beside the wagon with a switch and struck Feiqa in fury three times. Feiqa, on her rope, moving, shrank small before her, trying to cover her face and body. There is little love lost between free women and slaves, particularly in these times.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 29


The Lady Constanzia, now that I was gagged, loosened the leash at the ring, so that my head was no longer bound back tightly to the ring. I might now sit at the ring, or kneel near it, or even lie beneath it.
"Do not go away, Janice," she said. "I love you!" She then kissed me and arose, and beamed down on me, she with her hand on the arm of the scarlet-clad fellow.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 466


A woman behaving in this fashion and accordingly being suspected of the collar, of trying desperately to conceal her femininity by this ruse, may be remanded to free women for an examination. If a brand is found the woman will be stripped and bound by the free women, switched liberally, for there is little love lost between free women and slaves, and then turned over to magistrates, to be returned to the mercies of her master.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 216


Little love is lost betwixt free women and slaves, in either direction.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 691


Little love is lost between the free woman and the slave.
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 192


Little love is lost between free women and kajirae.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 170





 


Love Between Kurii
To The Top


"He was first in the rings," said Lucullus. "We loved him."
Kur of Gor     Book 28     Page 616


I think little love was lost between the iron-chain Kurii and the golden- or silver-chain Kurii.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 489


"She is Kur. She professes herself mine, and, indeed, from long ago, that she has long been smitten with helpless love for me, even, secretly, from the steel world of Agamemnon."
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 453





 


Love Between Men
To The Top


I dropped my head, acknowledging the bond he had acknowledged. My heart felt grateful to the stern, fierce warrior, though he had been in the past days harsh and strange, half drunk with hatred for Turia. I did not know if the Kamchak I had known would ever live again. I feared that part of him - perhaps that part I had loved best - had died the night of the raid, when he had entered the wagon of Kutaituchik.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 233


Little love was lost, I gathered, between Hci and Canka.
Blood Brothers of Gor     Book 18     Page 17


"By the love you bear Canka," I said, "ride after him. Go out to meet him. Find him. Tell him what has occurred. I assure you he knows nothing of it. This was done now, indeed, I do not doubt, because he had left the camp."
Blood Brothers of Gor     Book 18     Page 188


"There is no doubt about it," said the lieutenant. "He remembers him. He knows him."

"He should," said the leader of the strangers. "He once, on a hunting expedition, saved Gito from brigands who were torturing him. He took him, half dead, burned, defaced, into his own house, showered him with gifts, improved his fortunes, treated him as a kinsman. He loved few and trusted few, as he loved and trusted Gito."
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 559


Seremides grinned, stepped back, drew his blade, and set himself, easily, his body swaying a little, with the movement of the vessel. His galley scraped a little against ours. I saw no love for him across the rail.
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 229


"We have spared the holding of Temmu," said Tyrtaios, "from the rain of burning arrows, because of our love for our wayward, misguided servitor, the glorious, honorable Temmu."

It was easy to understand the reluctance of Yamada to destroy, or attempt to destroy, a fortress, castle, and holding as large and beautiful, and as nigh inaccessible and impregnable as that of Lord Temmu. It had remained secure and undefiled even in the darkest days of the war, even before trapped Pani had mysteriously vanished from a beach several pasangs to the north. "It is the word of my lord, and yours, Lord Yamada Shogun of the Islands," said Tyrtaios, "that peace, amity, harmony, and love, be between us, fully and forever."
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Pages 50 - 51


Little love was lost between Pertinax and Tajima.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 100


Whereas I had little love for the vain, smug, supercilious Sumomo, I certainly would have had no wish for her to be put to some prolonged, horrid death of the sort which might be contrived by Lord Yamada's torturers and executioners.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 226





 


Love Between Slaves
To The Top


When Ute and I had been alone I had fallen before her, begging her forgiveness with tears for how I had treated her so long before. She had smiled, and lifted me to my feet. There had been tears in her eyes. "Hurry to your work, Slave," she had said. She had then kissed me. I sprang to my feet and ran to my work, overcome with affection for her. She had forgiven me! I loved her! Ute, only of the leather workers, was the kindest, most generous, most loving girl I had ever known.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Pages 336 - 337


I was ravenously hungry. I had little doubt that Ute would have saved me a roll from the feeding pan. I loved her! She would also, however, have a full roster of work for me to perform this day. She played no favorites. I was one of her girls. She would treat me no differently than the others. I loved her!
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 348


We kissed one another good-bye. "I love you, El-in-or," had said Inge. "I love you, too, Inge," I had wept. "I love you, El-in-or," had said Rena. "I, too, love you," I had said. "I wish you all well."
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 352


"I love you, Judy," she said, suddenly.

"I love you, too, Elicia," I said. I embraced her, holding her, her arms bound behind her. We kissed.

"I wish you well," she said, "Slave."

"I wish you well, too, Slave," I said.
Slave Girl of Gor     Book 11     Page 409


"That is good," I said. "Why is Thistle yoked?"

"It pleased me, Master," said Thimble, first girl. There was little love lost between the girls.
Beasts of Gor     Book 12     Page 197


The females of the red savages, with their laughter and catcalls, in particular, would not have made the lovely slave's ordeal any easier. Too, that a given girl has been beaten, and has thus, presumably, failed to be fully pleasing in some way, makes her an object of contempt and ridicule among other girls. Little love is lost, commonly, between competitive slave girls. Girls commonly like seeing other girls being beaten, whom they think are too proud, or whom they don't like. It is almost a holiday in the slave quarters when a high slave is to be whipped, particularly if she is then to be reduced to the status of a common girl.
Blood Brothers of Gor     Book 18     Page 72


I was relieved to hear his asseveration. I did not doubt but what Tupita, love me though she might, would as first girl have put me well and lengthily under the whip if he had not been satisfied.
Dancer of Gor     Book 22     Page 444


Constanzia knelt before me, I kneeling, too. "It is he, Janice!" she said. "I am a slave! I am his slave! I am happy! I am so happy! I love you, Janice!"

She bent toward me, joyfully. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I am happy for you!" I said. "I love you, too!"
She then lowered her head to kiss the feet of the depth warden, near me. "Thank you, Master," she wept. "Thank you for everything!"

He kept the folds of his hood drawn carefully about his face.
Then in a moment she was drawn to her feet by the leash, and pulled away. She looked over her shoulder, drawn toward the portal. "I love you!" she said. "I love you!" I called. Then the slave girl, naked and bound, on her leash, was taken from the chamber.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 538


No love was lost between herself and Tutina. She had hated Tutina from the first, even from the moment she had first seen her at the opera, so long ago, probably because she had seemed simple, stupid and so beautiful, but, more likely, as she was, in fact, neither simple nor stupid, because she was beautiful and was with the young man. Too, Tutina now held authority over her. Tutina wore the talmit, and was to her and, indeed, to several others, it seemed, "first girl." And that authority was exercised over her charges, and particularly over her, it seemed, with a malicious pleasure. She, as the others, had learned to fear her switch.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 79


As I had anticipated, Drusus Andronicus had not informed her of my contemptible indiscretion, my petty attempt to interest and ensnare him. Why should he have informed her? My master had been wrong. Paula knew nothing of what I had done. She would never learn. Things would be as before, save that I now cared for her a thousand times more than in the past. I had not lost my friend. I had found her. She would never learn what I had done. My heart flooded with relief, with gladness, with my love for her.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 505


Drusus Andronicus, doubtless in view of the innocuous nature, the prosaic sociality, of this meeting, had brought a slave with him, who knelt unobtrusively, to be sure, but a bit closer to him than I would have supposed customary, Paula. She smiled at me, from time to time. I loved her. How pleased I was that she knew nothing of my attempt to seduce Drusus Andronicus.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 518





 


Love Between Slaves and Free Women
To The Top


Little love is lost betwixt free women and slaves, in either direction.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 691


That would have been unwise on her part. No love was lost between her and the beauteous Lady Bina, but that was no excuse for an impropriety in this matter, however inadvertent or slight.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 6


I gathered that there was little love lost between the slave and the free woman.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 88






 


Love Between the Men of Tyros and the Women of Hura
To The Top


I gathered that Hura, and her girls, proud panther women, were not popular among the men.

Moreover, I gathered that they feared the men, as well as hated them.

Little love or respect was lost between them. They were strange allies, the men of Tyros, the women of Hura.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 268





























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