"The Codes of the Warrior of Gor?"
"Do not," I said.
Again she slapped me and my head leaped to the side, burning. "I hate you," she hissed. And then, as I knew she would, she suddenly knelt before me, in fury, head down, arms extended, wrists crossed, submitting as a Gorean female.
"Now," she said, looking up, her eyes blazing with anger,
"You must either slay me or enslave me."
{Nomads of Gor, page 292}
Once or twice I heard swords ringing from within the walls, as perhaps some men, loyal to Saphrar, or to their codes, attempted to prevent their fellows from leaving the compound, but I gather, judging from the continued exodus from the walls, that those who were this loyal were scattered and few in number.
{Nomads of Gor, page 310}
"I am a Warrior," said the young man proudly.
Kamchak signaled his archers and they came forward, their arrows trained on the young man. He then threw, one after another, a dozen bags of gold to the floor.
"Save your gold, Tuchuk sleen," said the young man.
"I am a warrior and I know my codes."
{Nomads of Gor, page 315}