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Ka-la-na



Here are relevant references from the Books where Ka-la-na is mentioned.
It is not meant to be anything other than the facts of the matter.
Arrive at your own conclusions.

I wish you well,
Fogaban






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After the meal I tasted the drink, which might not inappropriately be described as an almost incandescent wine, bright, dry, and powerful. I learned later it was called Ka-la-na.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 26


I drained the last sip of the heady wine in the metal goblet.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 34


Lastly, as the culmination of Ar's Planting Feast, and of the greatest importance to the plan of the Council of Ko-ro-ba, a member of the Ubar's family goes to the roof at night, under the three full moons with which the feast is correlated, and casts grain upon the stone and drops of a red winelike drink made from the fruit of the Ka-la-na tree.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 68


I lunged for the center of the platform, breaking under my foot a small ceremonial basket filled with grain, kicking from my path a Ka-la-na container, splashing the fermented red liquid across the stone surface. I raced to the pile of stones at the center of the platform, the girl's screaming in my ears. From a short distance away I heard the shouts of men and the clank of arms as warriors raced up the stairs to the roof. Which was the Home Stone? I kicked apart the rocks. One of them must be the Home Stone of Ar, but which? How could I tell it from the others, the Home Stones of those cities which had fallen to Ar?

Yes! It would be the one that would be red with Ka-la-na, that would be sprinkled with the seeds of grain!
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 79


"Over there," I said, "are some Ka-la-na trees. Wait here and I'll gather some fruit."
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 96


Now she, like all other members of the household of Marlenus, slave or free, would be subjected to the vengeance of the outraged citizens, citizens who had marched in the processions of the Ubar in the days of his glory, carrying flasks of Ka-la-na wine and sheaves of Sa-Tarna grain, singing his praises in the melodious litanies of Gor.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 102


I picked some Ka-la-na fruit and opened one of the packages of rations. Talena returned and sat beside me on the grass. I shared the food with her.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 106


The wind shook her hair and tore at her gown, and she would throw back her head, exposing her throat and shoulders to its rough caress, drinking it in as though it were Ka-la-na wine.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 111


Kazrak, as he had promised, turned over the balance of his hiring price to me a very respectable eighty tarn disks. I argued with him to accept forty, on the ground that he was a sword brother, and at last convinced him to accept half of his own wages back. I felt better about this arrangement. Also, I didn't want Kazrak, when his wound was healed, to be reduced to challenging some luckless warrior for a bottle of Ka-la-na wine.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page s 125 - 126


We purchased a bottle of Ka-la-na wine and shared it as we walked through the streets.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 133


Gripped in the talons of the tarn was the dead body of an antelope, one of the one-horned, yellow antelopes called tabuks that frequent the bright Ka-la-na thickets of Gor.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 145


I went to his locker near the mat and got out his Ka-la-na flask, taking a long draught myself and then shoving it into his hands. He drained the flask in one drink and wiped his hand across his beard, stained with the red juice of the fermented drink.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 168


And then, in his joy, he turned to Talena and in gracious salute lifted the symbolic cup of Ka-la-na wine to her beauty.
Talena and I swore to honor that day as long as either of us lived. I have tried to keep that promise, and I know that she has done so as well. That night, that glorious night, was a night of flowers, torches, and Ka-la-na wine, and late, after sweet hours of love, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 217


In the distance I could see some patches of yellow, the Ka-la-na groves that dot the fields of Gor.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 19


I could see the shadows of tall Ka-la-na trees bending against the darkness of the night, their leaves lifting and rustling on the long branches.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 35


Once I brought the carcass of a tabuk, one of Gor's single-horned, yellow antelopes, which I had felled in a Ka-la-na thicket, to the hut of a peasant and his wife.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 48


Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness (a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing) than to any gustatory excellence. But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed. Moreover, where there was Kal-da there should be bread and meat. I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot; my mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six-tusked wild boar of Gor's temperate forests. I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 76


Beyond Tharna and its gloomy soil, continually broken by its stony outcroppings, I could see the green fields of Gor, glades of yellow Ka-la-na trees, the shimmering surface of a placid lake and the bright blue sky, open and beckoning.
Outlaw of Gor     Book 2     Page 126


I wondered why there was only water to drink, and none of the fermented beverages of Gor, such as Paga, Ka-la-na wine or Kal-da. I was sure that if these were available Vika would have set them before me.
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 45


When one of the does moved I saw that moving beside her with dainty steps were two young tabuk, the first I had ever seen, for the young of the tabuk seldom venture far from the shaded, leafy bowers of their birth in the tangled Ka-la-na thickets of Gor.
Priest-Kings of Gor     Book 3     Page 191


These barges, constructed of layered timbers of Ka-la-na wood, are towed by teams of river tharlarion, domesticated, vast, herbivorous, web-footed lizards raised and driven by the Cartius bargemen, fathers and sons, interrelated clans, claiming the status of a caste for themselves.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4 (footnote)     Pages 3 - 4


He signaled to a boy who carried a skin of Ka-la-na wine over his shoulder. He took the skin of wine from the boy and bit out the horn plug; he then, with the wineskin on his shoulder, held back the head of Elizabeth Cardwell with one hand and with the other shoved the bone nozzle of the skin between her teeth; he tipped the skin and the girl, half choking, swallowed wine; some of the red fluid ran from her mouth and over her body.

When Kamchak thought she had drunk enough he pulled the nozzle from her mouth, pushed back the plug and returned the skin to the boy.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page s 39 - 40


"Give him Ka-la-na wine," prompted Elizabeth.

Aphris got up and fetched not a skin, but a bottle, of wine, Ka-la-na wine, from the Ka-la-na orchards of great Ar itself. She also brought a black, red-trimmed wine crater from the isle of Cos.

"May I serve you?" she asked.

Kamchak's eyes glinted. "Yes," he said.

She poured wine into the crater and replaced the bottle. Kamchak had watched her hands very carefully. She had had to break the seal on the bottle to open it. The crater had been upside down when she had picked it up. If she had poisoned the wine she had certainly done so deftly.

Then she knelt before him in the position of the Pleasure Slave and, head down, arms extended, offered him the crater. He took it and sniffed it and then took a wary sip.

Then he threw back his head and drained the crater.

"Hah!" said he when finished.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Pages 150 - 151


Besides several of the flower trees there were also some Ka-la-na trees, or the yellow wine trees of Gor; there was one large-trunked, reddish Tur tree, about which curled its assemblage of Tur-Pah, a vinelike tree parasite with curled, scarlet, ovate leaves, rather lovely to look upon; the leaves of the Tur-Pah incidentally are edible and figure in certain Gorean dishes, such as sullage, a kind of soup; long ago, I had heard, a Tur tree was found on the prairie, near a spring, planted perhaps long before by someone who passed by; it was from that Tur tree that the city of Turia took its name; there was also, at one side of the garden, against the far wall, a grove of tem-wood, linear, black, supple. Besides the trees there were numerous shrubs and plantings, almost all flowered, sometimes fantastically; among the trees and the colored grasses there wound curved, shaded walks.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 217


Harold looked the girls over and then he went to the low table and poured himself a drink, Ka-la-na wine by the smell of it.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 220


"Are you not going to your wagon tonight?" he asked.

"I think not," I said.

"As you wish," said he, "but I have had it well stocked with Paga and Ka-la-na wines from Ar and such."

In Turia, even though we had much of the riches of the city at our disposal, there had not been much Paga or Ka-la-na wine. As I may have mentioned the Turians, on the whole, favor thick, sweet wines. I had taken, as a share of battle loot, a hundred and ten bottles of Paga and forty bottles of Ka-la-na wine from Tyros, Cos and Ar, but these I had distributed to my crossbowmen, with the exception of one bottle of Paga which Harold and I had split some two nights ago. I decided I might spend the night in my wagon.

Two nights ago it had been a night for Paga. Tonight, I felt, was a night for Ka-la-na. I was pleased to learn there would be some in the wagon.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 275


I went to the chest by the side of the wagon and pulled out a small bottle, one of several, of Ka-la-na wine which reposed there.

"Let us celebrate your freedom," I said, pouring her a small bowl of wine.

She took the bowl of wine and smiled, waiting for me to fill one for myself.

When I had done so, I faced her and said, "To a free woman, one who has been strong, one who has been brave, to Elizabeth Cardwell, to a woman who is both beautiful and free."

We touched the bowls and drank. "Thank you, Tarl Cabot," she said. I drained my bowl.

"We shall, of course," Elizabeth was saying, "have to make some different arrangements about the wagon." She was glancing about, her lips pursed. "We shall have to divide it somehow. I do not know if it would be proper to share a wagon with a man who is not my master."

I was puzzled. "I am sure," I muttered, "we can figure out something." I refilled my wine bowl Elizabeth did not wish more. I noted she had scarcely sipped what she had been given. I tossed down a swallow of Ka-la-na, thinking perhaps that it was a night for Paga after all.

"A wall of some sort," she was saying.

"Drink your wine," I said, pushing the bowl in her hands toward her.

She took a sip, absently. "It is not really bad wine," she said.

"It is superb!" I said.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 284


The logs had been prepared and carefully placed. There were hundreds of them, trimmed and squared, mostly of Ka-la-na wood, from the sweet-smelling wine trees of Gor. They crossed one another in the intricate traditional patterns, spaces between to permit the rush of air, forming a carefully structured, tiered, truncated pyramid.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 1


I sprang to my feet and looked about the room. There were several chests in the room, including the iron-banded one with its heavy lock. There were also some cabinets against one wall, filled with plate and cups, some bottles of paga and Ka-la-na.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 53


"I don't suppose an exalted free woman like yourself," said Elizabeth, "drinks Ka-la-na?"

"Of course I do," said Relia.

"Well," said Elizabeth, turning to me, who had been standing there, as flabbergasted as any on the bridge, "we shall have some." She looked at me. "You there," she said, "a coin for Ka-la-na."

Dumbfounded I reached in my pouch and handed her a coin, a silver Tarsk.

Elizabeth then took Relia by one arm and Rena by the other. "We are off," she announced, "to buy a bottle of wine."
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 76


The food at the table of Cernus was good, but it was plain, rather severe, like the master of the House. I had tarsk meat and yellow bread with honey, Gorean peas and a tankard of diluted Ka-la-na, warm water mixed with wine.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 87


Some glistening red substance had been sprinkled on their hair. Following the meal, I understood, in the House of Cernus, is a time for the pleasure and recreation of the men. There are games and sports, and wagers and song. Paga and Ka-la-na are then, when Cernus would leave, brought forth.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 88


One of them carried a large pitcher of the diluted Ka-la-na wine and stepped behind us, climbing the two steps to the broad wooden dais on which our tables were set. She bent over my left shoulder woodenly, her body stiff. "Wine, Master?" she asked.

"She-sleen," hissed Ho-Tu. "How is it that you first serve wine to a strange man at the table of your master.

"Forgive Lana," said she, tears springing to her eyes.

"You belong in the iron pens," said Ho-Tu.

"He frightens me," she wept. "He is of the black caste."

"Serve him wine," said he, "or you will be stripped and thrown into a pen of male slaves."

The girl turned and withdrew, then approached again, climbing the stairs, delicately, as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful, and spoke, her voice a whisper in my ear, an invitation, "Wine, Master?" as though offering not wine, but herself. In a large house, with various slave girls, it is thought only an act of courtesy on the part of a host to permit a guest the use of one of the girls for the evening. Each of the girls considered eligible for this service, at one time or another during the evening, will approach the guest and offer him wine. His choice is indicated by the one from whom he accepts wine.

I looked at the girl. Her eyes met mine, softly. Her lips were slightly parted. "Wine, Master?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "I will have wine."

She poured the diluted wine into my cup, bowed her head and with a shy smile, backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and hurried away. "Of course," said Ho-Tu, "you may not have her tonight, for she is White Silk."

"I understand," I said.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Pages 88 - 89


"Let paga and Ka-la-na be served," said Cernus, to a cheer, and turned and left the table, disappearing through a side door, the same through which the shackled slave had been led. Caprus, soon after, carrying the game pieces and board, left also, but he made his exit through a door other than that which had been used by the slave and his guards, and Cernus.

Now the girls in white tunics began to serve the strong beverages of Gor, and the festivities of the evening began.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 90


The foods given them also changed with the advance in their training, and the desire to have varied, tasty fare, and sometimes a small bowl of Ka-la-na with their supper, drove them to perform well.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Pages 198 - 199


"Ka-la-na!" I called.

A cup was brought. And I took her by the hair and held back her head, pouting the wine down her throat, some of it running down her face and body, under the slave collar and its bells.

She looked up at me, her mouth stained with wine.
Raiders of Gor     Book 6     Page 230


The guards had liked us, muchly, and had apparently expected that they would for, to our delight, they had purchased a small bottle of Ka-la-na wine, in a wicker basket, which they had permitted us, swallow by swallow, to share. I had never tasted so rich and delicate a wine on Earth, and yet here, on this world, it cost only a copper tarn disk and was so cheap, and plentiful, that it might be given even to a female slave. I remembered each of the four swallows which I had had. I tasted them even still, with the meat and bread which I had eaten. It was the first Gorean fermented beverage which I had tasted. It is said that Ka-la-na has an unusual effect on a female. I think it is true.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 114


"It is said," said Verna, "that Ka-la-na wine makes any woman a slave, if but for an hour."
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 124


I turned and, among the furnishings of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from the vineyards of Ar, the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-trimmed wine crater, to the side of the fire. I poured some of the wine into the small copper bowl, and set it on the tripod over the tiny fire in the fire bowl.

He sat cross-legged, facing me, and I knelt by the fire, facing him.

After a time I took the copper bowl from the fire and held it against my cheek. I returned it again to the tripod, and again we waited.

I began to tremble.

"Do not be afraid, Slave," he said to me.

"Master!" I pleaded.

"I did not give you permission to speak," he said.

I was silent.

Again I took the bowl from the fire. It was now not comfortable to hold the bowl, but it was not painful to do so. I poured the wine from the small copper bowl into the black, red-trimmed wine crater, placing the small bowl in a rack to one side of the fire. I swirled, slowly, the wine in the wine crater. I saw my reflection in the redness, the blondness of my hair, dark in the wine, and the collar, with its bells, about my throat.

I now, in the fashion of the slave girl of Treve, held the wine crater against my right cheek. I could feel the warmth of the wine through the side of the crater.

"Is it ready?" he asked.

A master of Treve does not care to be told that his girl thinks it is. He wishes to be told Yes, or No.

"Yes," I whispered.
I did not know how he cared for his wine, for some men of Treve wish it warm, others almost hot.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Pages 331 - 332


When he had almost finished, he beckoned me to him, and I went to kneel at his side. He put his hand in my hair and held my head back.

"Open your mouth," he said.

I did so, and he, spilling some from the broad rim of the crater, I feeling it on my chin, and throat, as it trickled under the collar, and body, poured the remainder of the wine down my throat. It was bitter from the dregs in the bottom of the cup, and, to my taste, scalding. I, my eyes closed, my head held painfully back, throat burning, swallowed it. When I had finished the wine he thrust the wine crater into my hands. "Run, El-in-or," he said, "put it back, and return to me." I ran to the side of the tent and put back the wine crater, and fled back to his side.

"Stand," he said.

I did so, unsteadily.

My head swirled. Suddenly, in my body, like a drum, I felt the hot wine. He had made me run that I might feel it even the sooner.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Pages 332 - 333


She carried two large bottles of wine, red Ka-la-na, from the vineyards of Ar.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 21


One of the men, glancing about the hut, said, "Ka-la-na!"

He pointed to a side of the hut.

There, tied together by the necks, were some six bottles of Ka-la-na.

He went to them and looked at them, lifting them. They were in dark bottles. He turned them about. "From the vineyards of Ar," he whistled. It was choice Ka-la-na.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 122


"We shall open only this bottle," I said. "The others we may enjoy later."

They would not become drunk. One bottle of Ka-la-na among ten men is nothing. Ka-la-na is not paga or the strong beer of the north.

I did not, on the other hand, want the entire stock of Ka-la-na emptied.

Our project must not be jeopardized.

The two men, men of mine, who were going forth to relieve the guard, had their swallows from the bottle. They then left. Arn then took the bottle and drank from it, his head back, swiftly.

"Enough," I said.

The men, his and mine, passed the bottle about. In a short time the two men who had been relieved of guard duty in the forest re-entered the hut. They, too, had their Ka-la-na. There was little left.

"Captain," said one of my men, handing me the bottle.

I put back my head and finished it. It was bitter, the dregs, but it had in it the warmth and flash of the fine Ka-la-na of Ar. It was a red Ka-la-na. It was a choice Ka-la-na. The vineyards of Ar, as those of Cos, were among the finest on all Gor.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 124


One girl held back our head, and others, from goblets, gave us of wines, Turian wine, sweet and thick, Ta wine, from the famed Ta grapes, from the terraces of Cos, wines even, Ka-la-nas, sweets and drys, from distant Ar.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 213


"Wine, Slave Girl," said Marla, holding her cup to me. Angrily I put down the Sul paga and fetched the flask of the Ka-la-na of Ar, and filled her cup.
Slave Girl of Gor     Book 11     Page 134


"Thank you, Master," I said, and drank some swallows of the beverage. It was a Ta wine, from the Ta grapes of the terraces of Cos. Such a small thing, in its way, bespoke the intimacy of the trade relations between Vonda and Cos. In the last year heavy import duties had been levied by the high council of Vonda against the wines of certain other cities, in particular against the Ka-la-nas of Ar.
Fighting Slave of Gor     Book 14     Page 306


"I do not wish to come home with you now," she said, lightly, a bit of Ka-la-na spilling from the silver goblet she held.
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Page 157


"But that sort of thing is behind me now," she said to me, throwing back her head and quaffing deeply of the ruby-red Ka-la-na in her cup.
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Page 158


She reached to the wine, a sweet Ka-la-na of Ar, and filled the goblet to the third ring.
Guardsman of Gor     Book 16     Page 301


I then withdrew a yard or two and knelt in the grass, holding the vessel of light Ka-la-na.
Players of Gor     Book 20     Page 95


"Fruits, dried and fresh, candies, nuts, four sorts of meats, choice, all of them, fresh-baked bread, selected pastries," responded he, his arms full, "and some superb paga and delicate ka-la-na."
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 80


Can this wine, which seems like a cheap ka-la-na, be the rare Falarian?
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 159


"Perhaps a tiny glass of ka-la-na," she said, "among friends."

I looked to the left. Louise, as she had been bidden, was watching. I lifted my finger. The Earth girl then leapt up and hurried to the table. At the table she knelt.

"A small bottle," I said, "of the Slave Gardens of Anesidemus."

"I have heard that is a marvelous ka-la-na," said the free woman, her eyes alight.

"So, too, have I," I said.

"It is very expensive," said the woman.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Pages 344 - 345


"Oh, it is marvelous ka-la-na," she purred. I gathered that she had never before had such ka-la-na. True, it might run the buyer as much as three copper tarsks, a price for which some women can be purchased.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 346


I turned the bottle so that she might read the label. It was a small bottle of Boleto's Nectar of the Public Slave Gardens. Boleto is a well-known winegrower from the vicinity of Ar. He is famous for the production of a large number of reasonably good, medium-grade ka-la-nas. This was one of the major wines, and perhaps the best, served in Ar's public slave gardens; indeed, it had originally been commissioned for that market; hence the name.
Mercenaries of Gor     Book 21     Page 360


"A tarsk bit," called the owner. "Only a tarsk bit! Win wine, the finest ka-la-na, a whole skin full, enough to treat your entire village."
Magicians of Gor     Book 25     Page 61


"Ka-la-na?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "A wine."

There are many ka-la-nas, but the one in the colored glass, if it had been in a clear glass, would have been golden in color. The reddish color of the glass infused its contents with something of its own hue.

"From the wine trees of Gor," he said.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 197


He swirled the wine a little in the glass, and held it before him, inhaling the bouquet. He then held the small glass before her.

"It is lovely, Master," she said, breathing in the wine's bouquet.

"It is a nice ka-la-na," he said.

He then held it before her, the rim of the glass to her lips, and tipped it, slightly, that she might sip it.

"It is wonderful, Master," she breathed. "The smoothness, the flavor, the fragrance, the body."

"I thought you would like it," he said.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 199


She carried the wine in a red-figured pitcher, refilled by dipping as needed, and frequently, from a large vat of red ka-la-na on a wooden stand.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 389


The bung was drawn from the barrel and the precious ka-la-na, the barrel still on the cart, was released over the vat.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 426


perhaps for the first time, taste rare ka-la-na,
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 349


Seldom did those of the dark caste drink ka-la-na or paga.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 414


Paga may not be served in the eating houses, but a variety of cheap ka-la-nas is usually available.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 152


She was, incidentally, drinking what you know as a "soft ka-la-n a." In most Gorean houses, I had learned, to my interest, there is a mixing bowl, in which the stronger, or "hard," ka-la-nas are mixed with water, the proportions determined according to the household, the occasion, the wishes of guests, and such.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 409


A round of ka-la-na had been first served, with a wrapper of nuts.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 633


I had never tasted ka-la-na but I had gathered there were a great many varieties, differing much in quality. Some Ubars might barter a city or a hundred slaves for a given flask of the beverage. Others were so cheap and common that, as the joke goes, they might be mixed with the swill of tarsk. The word itself, which is generic for several wines, derives from the ka-la-na trees, or wine trees, of Gor. But wines, as is well known, may be derived not only from the clustered fruits weighting the branches of the ka-la-na tree in the autumn, but, as on my former world, from vine fruit, tree fruit, bush fruit, even from some types of leaves.
Smugglers of Gor     Book 32     Page 295


But there are men who prefer ka-la-na and men who prefer paga, even men who prefer mead, or kal-da, even sake.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 173


"You need not search long," I said. "Reasons are as easily found as Ka-la-na grapes in autumn, as easily as grains of sand on the beaches of Thassa."
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 374


The ka-la-nas were sparkling and mild, not the sort of coarse ka-la-nas commonly diluted in the wine crater, to a proportion agreed upon by guests, which only wild young men would be likely to drink unmixed, hailing one another with frightful jokes and bawdy songs, awaiting the arrival of the dancers and musicians, the drummers, the flute and kalika girls.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 160


And there would be, too, behind the counter, in baskets, grapes, tospits, larmas, nuts, and olives, and, in blocks, cheeses, and, in its amphorae to be lifted from its racks, cheap ka-la-na.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 251


"This will warm you," he said. He then, slowly, a bit at a time, gave me to drink. Gratefully I imbibed the fluid, a wine, a ruby wine, how it purred in one's mouth and throat, like a soft, stirring, liquid flame. Only once before, in the storage facility on Earth, shortly before my shipment to Gor, had I tasted such a beverage. Again, it far exceeded, in bouquet and flavor any wine with which I had been familiar on Earth.

" Ka-la- na," I whispered.

He drew away the goblet. "Cheap, of course," he said.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 320


"Dally, handsome Tenrik, noble citizen of Siba," said the Lady Alexina, gracefully placing her dropped veil over her left shoulder, "an exquisite ka-la-na, from the terraces of Cos, waits to be served."

Kurik inclined his head, politely.

"From the terraces of Naxos, on Cos," she said.

"Ah!" said Kurik, lifting his head.

I gathered this beverage might be of some special interest.

They looked into one another's eyes. Free persons may do this with impunity.

She dared to place her small hand on his.

I hated her. I hated her!

How could I compete with her, half-naked, in a tunic, collared, on my knees?

"A single bottle," said Decius Albus, "may cost as much as a golden tarsk."
. . .

Paula then, in the same order in which she had placed the glasses, filled each, something like a third full.

How precious then, I thought, must be the beverage!

"I shall not propose a toast," said Decius Albus, "as I am unsure we share a common sentiment, but let us drink, as might friends."

My master swirled the tiny ruby lake enclosed within its crystal shores, observed it, and then took its scent, as though it might have been a tiny bouquet of dinas. He then barely touched it to his lips.

"How is it?" inquired Decius Albus.

"I have heard of the ka-la-na of Naxos," said Kurik. "This is the first time I have tasted it."

"I trust you find it satisfactory" said Decius Albus.

"It is exquisite," said Kurik.

"I once, in Venna," said Decius Albus, "exchanged five girls for a bottle."

"A bargain," said Kurik.

I rather doubted that. Still, who is to say what slave girls are worth? Men, of course.

"Drink again," said Decius Albus. "One would not ruin a ka-la-na of this rarity by mixing it with poison. Too, we need you to convey our offer to Lord Grendel."

"My thinking, exactly," said Kurik.

"Join with us," said Decius Albus, "and you may swill the ka-la-na of Naxos with the same abandon as vat paga."

"That," said Kurik, "would be desecration, like uprooting flowers."

"True," smiled Decius Albus, "but it would be a desecration well within your means."
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Pages 442 - 446


"Would you like a honey cake, and a small vessel of ruby ka-la-na?" he asked.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 650


It had been a cheap ka-la-na, as ka-la-nas go, but even so the taste and bouquet had been exquisite, surely as good, or better, than any wine I had known on my former world, at least before my acquisition.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 652














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