Greetings Thor,
Even though I have had … unpleasant experiences with the Gorean Campus in the past, that was when it was under a former ownership, so I will accept your request.
Edgar of Tarnwald is mentioned three times. Twice in Book 24 and once in Book 25.
I have included here the three references.
I wish you well,
Fogaban
I observed Octantius and his men being tied. Also I noted that their purses were being emptied.
"We will take these fellows a few pasangs from Brundisium," said the leader of the mercenaries, "strip them and set them loose."
"My thanks," said I, and my thanks were heartfelt.
"Do not thank them," said Marcus. "They are sleen for hire. It is all in the contract."
"Do you know with whom you are dealing?" I asked Marcus.
"He is dealing with Edgar, of Tarnwald," said the leader of the mercenaries.
"Of course," I said.
"The mercenary sleen does not come cheap," said Marcus. He had a regular's disdain for his mercenary counterpart. He had not yet learned to distinguish between mercenary and mercenary. That has been the downfall of several commanders of regular troops.
"Why did you not let me know you were here?" I asked.
"We weren't here," said Marcus. "We just arrived."
I swallowed, hard.
"You should have stayed in our camp," said Marcus.
"Apparently," I said.
I went to Octantius who now had his hands tied behind his back. A rope was on his neck. He and his men were to be placed in throat coffle.
"I take it," said Octantius, "that we are now to be taken out and killed."
"You are a brave man," I said.
"It is easy to be brave when one has no hope," he said.
"I am sorry I spoke to you as I did earlier."
"Your ruse was transparent," he said. "I took no offense."
"You are not to be killed," I said. "You are to be taken away from here, and released."
He looked at me, startled.
"Tomorrow," I said, "recollect honor."
Vagabonds of Gor    Book 24    Pages 470 - 471
Our first treks would be at night, and we would, at least in this vicinity, avoid roads, paths, waterways, agricultural areas, villages, communities, and such. We would move with something of the stealth and secrecy which we utilized in the delta. Later, it would presumably be safe to frequent more civilized areas. Indeed, in time I expected we could travel with impunity, as vagabonds, toward Ar, presumably even on the Viktel Aria, during daylight hours. I did not think there would be much danger of being recognized. The girl with us, of course, would neither be she who had been Ina nor remind anyone of her. Also, even if we were recognized, I did not think that anyone would find us of particular interest in ourselves. Even torturers, I supposed, might be satisfied with the information that we had given the girl to a mercenary, Edgar of Tarnwald, and he, by that time, would presumably have slipped away, unnoticed, and presumably under new names. The slave which had been delivered to him, too, presumably would by then be in some locale unbeknownst to him, and might have changed hands several times.
Vagabonds of Gor    Book 24    Page 492
In a moment a large bipedalian saddle tharlarion, in golden panoply, its nails polished, its scales brushed bright, wheeled to a halt before the standard bearers. Behind it came several other tharlarion, resplendent, too, but lesser in size and panoply, with riders. Myron, or he who was acting on his behalf, then, by means of a dismounting stirrup, not the foot stirrup, the rider's weight lowering it, descended to the ground. It was curious to see him, as I had heard much of him. He was a tall man, in a golden helmet, plumed, too, in gold, and a golden cloak. He was personally armed with the common gladius, the short sword, the most common infantry weapon on Ar, and a dagger. In a saddle sheath, remaining there, was a longer weapon, a two-handed scimitar, the two-handed scimitarus, useful for reaching other riders on tharlarion. There was no lance in the saddle boot. He removed his helmet and handed it to one of his fellows. He seemed a handsome fellow, with long hair. I recalled he had once been under the influence of the beautiful slave, Lucilina, even to the point of consulting her in matters of state. She had been privy to many secrets. Indeed, her influence over the Polemarkos had been feared, and her favor had been courted even by free men. Her word or glance might mean the difference between advancement and neglect, between honor and disgrace. Then Dietrich of Tarnburg had arranged for her to be kidnapped and brought to him, stripped. He had soon arranged for her to be emptied of all sensitive information. He had then renamed her 'Luchita', an excellent name for a slave and quite different from the prestigious name 'Lucilina', which might have graced a free woman, he had then given her to one of his lowest soldiers, as a work and pleasure slave. The last time I had seen her had been in Brundisium, among the slaves belonging to various mercenaries, men of the company of a fellow Who was then identifying himself as Edgar, of Tarnwald. I did not know where this Edgar, of Tarnwald, now was, nor his men. I suspected that by now Myron had come to understand, and to his chagrin, how he had been the pliant dupe of a female, and even one who was a slave. I did not think it likely that this would happen again. He now doubtless had a much better idea of the utilities and purposes of females.
Magicians of Gor    Book 25    Pages 90 - 91
