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Gorean Book Quote Requests
Requests 1-173 were asked and answered back when there were only 25 books.
Also, some of the early questions were unintentionally truncated and cannot be restored. However, the answers are shown in their totality.
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| 172 | beside yellowing of the eyes.. What would the Brazi plague do to someone?
Answer
The physician would check the health of the crew and slaves. Plague, some years ago, had broken out in Bazi, to the north, which port had then been closed by the merchants for two years. In some eighteen months it had burned itself out, moving south and eastward. Bazi had not yet recovered from the economic blow. Schendi's merchant council, I supposed, could not be blamed for wishing to exercise due caution that a similar calamity did not befall their own port.
The scribe, with Ulafi, went about his business. I, with the crew members, submitted to the examination of the physician. He did little more than look into our eyes and examine our forearms. But our eyes were not yellowed nor was there sign of the broken pustules in our flesh.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Pages 117 - 118
"It is the plague!" she cried. "It is the plague!"
The paga attendant, stumbling, turned and ran. "Plague!" he cried. Men fled from the tavern. I stood alone by the wall. Tables had been overturned. Paga was spilled upon the floor.
The tavern seemed, suddenly, eerily quiet. Even the paga girls had fled.
I could hear shouting outside, in the streets, and screaming. "Call guardsmen!" I heard. "Kill him," I heard. "Kill him!"
I walked over to a mirror. I ran my tongue over my lips. They seemed dry. The whites of my eyes, clearly, were yellow. I rolled up the sleeve of my tunic and saw there, on the flesh of the forearm, like black blisters, broken open, erupted, a scattering of pustules.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 135
"Master!" cried Sasi.
"Do not fear," I said to her. "I am not ill. But we must leave this place quickly."
"Your face," she said. "It is marked!"
"It will pass," I said. I unlocked her bracelets and slipped them into my pouch.
"I fear I may be traced here," I said. "We must change lodgings."
I had left the paga tavern by a rear door and then swung myself up to a low roof, and then climbed to a higher one. I had made my way over several roofs until I had found a convenient and lonely place to descend. I had then, wrapped in the discarded aba of Kunguni, made my way through the streets to the Cove of Schendi. Outside, from the wharves and from the interior of the city, I could hear the ringing of alarm bars. "Plague!" men were crying in the streets.
"Are you not ill, Master?" asked Sasi.
"I do not think so," I said.
I knew that I had not been in a plague area. Too, the Bazi plague had burned itself out years ago. No cases to my knowledge had been reported for months. Most importantly, perhaps, I simply did not feel ill. I was slightly drunk and heated from the paga, but I did not believe myself fevered. My pulse and heartbeat, and respiration, seemed normal. I did not have difficulty catching my breath. I was neither dizzy nor nauseous, and my vision was clear. My worst physical symptoms were the irritation about my eyes and the genuinely nasty itchiness of my skin. I felt like tearing it off with my own fingernails.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 136
"If I am caught, and it is thought that I have the plague," I said, "you will doubtless be exterminated before I am."
"Let us not dally," she said.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 137
"You took the girl into the tavern," I said, "and covered her with your aba, that she might not move. Shaba, under the cover of the ring, drugged the paga which I drank. When my attention was distracted he, under the cover of the ring, carried away the blond girl, and this female, by prearranged plan, took her place."
"Yes," said Shaba.
"My pursuit of you was foiled," I said, "by the results of the drug you placed in my paga."
"The drug," said Shaba, "was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant, and gieron, an unusual allergen.
Mixed they produce a facsimile of the superficial symptoms of Bazi plague."
"I could have been killed," I said, "by the mob."
"I did not think many would care to approach you," said Shaba.
"It was not your intention then that I be killed?" I asked.
"Certainly not," said Shaba. "If that was all that was desired, kanda might have been introduced into your drink as easily as sajel and gieron."
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Pages 154 - 155
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