Cernus did not look up from his game.

"Caste sanctuary!" screamed Portus.

The Slavers, incidentally, are of the Merchant Caste, though, in virtue of their merchandise and practices, their robes are different.
Yet, if one of them were to seek Caste Sanctuary, he would surely seek it from Slavers, and not from common Merchants. Many
Slavers think of themselves as an independent caste. Gorean law, however, does not so regard them. The average Gorean thinks of
them simply as Slavers, but, if questioned, would unhesitantly rank them with the Merchants. Many castes, incidentally, have
branches and divisions. Lawyers and Scholars, for example, and Record Keepers, Teachers, Clerks, Historians and Accountant' are all
Scribes.

"Caste sanctuary!" again pleaded Portus, on his knees before the table of Cernus. The girl with the kalika had lightly fled from
between the tables.

"Do not disturb the game," said Caprus to Portus.

It seemed incredible to me that Portus had come to the House of Cernus, for much bad blood had existed between the houses.
Surely to come to this place, the house of his enemy, must have been a last recourse in some fearful set of events, to throw himself
on the mercies of Cernus, claiming Caste Sanctuary.

"They have taken my properties!" cried Portus. "You have nothing to fear. I have no men! I have no gold! I have only the garb on my
backl Tarnsmen! Soldiers! The very men of the street! With torches and ropes! I barely escaped with my life. My house is confiscated
by the state! I am nothing! I am nothing!"

Cernus meditated his move, his chin on his two fists, one above the other.

"Caste sanctuary!" whined Portus. "Caste sanctuary, I beg of you. I beg of you!"

The hand of Cernus lifted, as though to move his Ubar, and then drew back. Caprus had leaned forward, with anticipation.

"Only you in Ar can protect me," cried Portus. "I give you the trade of Ar! I want only my life! Caste Sanctuary! Caste Sanctuaryl"

Cernus smiled at Caprus and then, unexpectedly, as though he had been teasing him, he placed his first tarnsman at Ubara's Scribe
Two.

Caprus studied the board for a moment and then, with an exasperated laugh, tipped his own Ubar, conceding the board and game.

Cernus now, while Caprus replaced the pieces of the game, regarded Portus.

"I was your enemy," said Portus. "But now I am nothing. Only a caste brother, nothing. I beg of you Caste Sanctuary."

Caprus, looking up from his work, regarded Portus. "What was your crime?" he asked.

Portus wrung his hands, and his head rolled wildly. "I do not know," he cried. "I do not know." Then, piteously, Portus lifted his
hands to Cernus, Master of the House of Cernus. "Caste Sanctuary!" he pleaded.

"Put him in chains," said Cernus, "and take him to the cylinder of Minus Tentius Hinrabius."

Portus cried out for mercy as he was dragged away by two guards, two others following. Assassin of Gor, page207, 208, 209

"Pleases Cernus!" cried Portus as a long line of blood burst open across his chest. "Please! Please! Caste Brother!" he cried, as the
slave, swift, eager, laughing, struck him again and again, with impunity. Assassin of Gor, page 312

Brotherhood on Gor

“Temenides,” said Scormus to Temenides, “your life, which was forfeit to me, I return to you, and gladly. Once more it is yours. Take
it, and those soldiers with you, mysteriously here from Cos, and depart this night from Brundisium´s walls.”
“Caste brother!” cried Temenides, gratefully. Some of the men with him then freed him and put his robes about him. He hurried with
them from the hall. Belnar looked after them. He spoke words to a menial. The man, too, then left the hall.
“Scormus of Ar is generous,” said Belnar. Players of Gor, Page 334
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Exile, Santuary & Brotherhood
This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
Woman of Gor
Marlenus, in spite of his heroic role in the victory,
submitted himself to the judgement of Ar's Council of
High Castes. The sentence of death passed over him
by the usurping government of the Initiates was
rescinded, but because his imperialistic ambition was
feared, he was exiled from his beloved city. Such a
man as Marlenus can never be second in a city, and
the men of Ar were determined that he should never
again be first. Accordingly, the Ubar, tears in his eyes,
was publicly refused bread and salt, and, under
penalty of death, was ordered to leave Ar by
sundown, never again to come within ten pasangs of
the city. Tarnsman of Gor, page 215

Sanctuary

"Portus!" whispered Ho-Tu.
I, too, of course, recognized him.

"Caste sanctuary!" cried Portus, shaking himself free
of the guards and stumbling forward and falling on his
knees before the wooden dais on which sat the table
of Cernus.