I brushed away two sellers of apricots and spices.
{Tribesmen of Gor, page 45}
~ Berries ~
I felt the pull of a strap on my throat, and opened my eyes. By a long leather strap, some ten feet in length, I was fastened by the neck to Ute. We were picking berries.
{Captive of Gor, page 208}
~ Cherries ~
With the tip of my tongue I touched her lips. Some slave cosmetics are flavored. "Does master enjoy my taste?" she asked.
"The lipstick is flavored," I said.
"I know," she said.
"It reminds me of the cherries of Tyros," I said.
{Beasts of Gor, page 349}
~ Chokecherries ~
Crushed fruit, usually chokecherries, is then added to the meat. The whole, then, is mixed with, and fixed by, kailiauk fat, subsequently, usually, being divided into small, flattish, rounded cakes. The fruit sugars make this, in its way, a quick energy food, while the meat, of course, supplies valuable, long lasting stamina protein.
{Blood Brothers of Gor, page __ }
~ Dates ~
Grown in the oases of the Tahari
The principle export of the oases are dates, or pressed-date bricks.
{Tribesmen of Gor, page 37}
A veiled woman was hawking dates by the tefa.
{Tribesmen of Gor, page 46}
~ Ka-la-na ~
"Over there," I said, "are some Ka-la-na trees. Wait here and I'll gather some fruit."
{Tarnsman of Gor, page 96}
~ Larma ~
There are two types of larma fruit. One is a single-seeded, apple-like fruit. The other is segmented and juicy with a hard, brittle shell on the outside. A slave girl who desires the touch of a Master may kneel before him, offering a larma as her unspoken message of need.
I took a slice of hard larma from the tray. This is a firm, single-seeded apple like fruit. It is quite unlike the segmented, juicy larma. It is sometimes called, perhaps more aptly, the pit fruit, because of its large single stone.
{Players of Gor, page 267}
The larma is luscious. It has a rather hard shell but the shell is brittle and easily broken. Within, the fleshy endocarp, the fruit, is delicious and very juicy.
{Renegades of Gor, page 437}
"Another bit of larma, Master?" asked the slave, kneeling behind me and to my left. I turned and, from where I sat cross-legged behind the low table, removed a small, crisp disk of fried larma, with a browned-honey sauce, from the silver tray.
{Guardsman of Gor, page 231}
