But in the Delta of the Vosk, he had lost his honor.  He had betrayed his codes.  There, merely to save his miserable life, he had chosen ignominous slavery to the freedom of honorable death.  He had sullied the sword, the honor, which he had pledged to Ko-ro-ba's Home Stone.  By that act he had cut himself away from his codes, from his vows.  For such an act, there was no atonement, even to the throwing of one's body upon one's sword.  It was in that moment of his surrender to his cowardice that Tarl Cabot was gone and, in his place, knelt a slave contemptuously named Bosk, for a great shambling ox-like creature of the plains of Gor.
{Marauders of Gor, page 4}

In the Codes of the Warriors, there is a saying:  Be strong and do as you will.
The swords of others will set your limits ...
"Within the circle of each man's sword," say the Codes of the Warrior,
"therein is each man an Ubar."
"Steel is the coinage of the Warrior," say the Codes,
"With it he purchases what pleases him."
{Maruaders of Gor, page 10}

"I would not have thought Sarus of Tyros would have used poisoned steel," I said.  Such a device, like the poisoned arrow, was not only against the codes of the warriors, but, generally, was regarded as unworthy of men.
{Marauders of Gor, page 18}

It was possible, too, of course, that the Kurii had become gentle beasts, fond of farming, renouncing their warlike ways, and turning humbly to the soil, and the labors of the earth, setting perhaps therein an excellent example for the still half-savage human animals of Gor, so predatory, so savage, so much concerned with wars, and their codes and honor.
{Marauders of Gor, page 176}
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