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Woman of Gor
oneself, something divine in the sense of undying. Of course, as every Gorean knows, cities too are mortal, for cities can be
destroyed as well as men. And this perhaps makes them love their cities the more, for they know that their city, like themselves, is
subject to mortal termination.

This love of their city tends to become invested in a stone which is known as the Home Stone, and which is normally kept in the
highest cylinder in a city. In the Home Stone, sometimes little more than a crude piece of carved rock, dating back perhaps several
hundred generations to when the city was only a cluster of huts by the bank of a river, sometimes a magnificent and impressively
wrought, jewel-encrusted cube of marble or granite-the city finds its symbol. Yet to speak of a symbol is to fall short of the mark. It
is almost as if the city itself were identified with the Home Stone, as if it were to the city what it is to a man. The myths of these
matters have it, that while the Home Stone survives, so too, must the city.

But not only is it the case that each city has it's own Home Stone. The simplest and humblest village, and even the most primitive
huting that village, perhaps only a cone of straw, will contain its own Home Stone, as will the fantastically appointed chambers of
the Administrator of so great a city as Ar."  Outlaw of Gor, Page 22-23

Pledging to a Homestone

The Older Tarl was speaking. "I, Tarl, Swordsman of Ko-ro-ba, give my word that this man is fit to become a member of the High
Caste of Warriors."

My father answered him, speaking in ritual phrases. "No tower in Ko-ro-ba is stronger than the word of Tarl, this Swordsman of our
city. I, Matthew Cabot of Ko-ro-ba, accept his word."

Then, beginning with the lowest tier, each member of the Council spoke in succession, giving his name and pronouncing that he,
too, accepted the word of the blond swordsman. When they had finished, my father invested me with the arms which had lain
before the throne. About my shoulder he slung the steel sword, fastened on my left arm the round shield, placed in my right hand
the spear, and slowly lowered the helmet on my head.

"Will you keep the Code of the Warrior?" asked my father.

"Yes," I said, "I will keep the Code."

"What is your Home Stone?" asked my father.

Sensing what was wanted, I replied, "My Home Stone is the Home Stone of Ko-ro-ba."

"Is it to that city that you pledge your life, your honour, your sword?" asked my father.

"Yes," I said.

"Then," said my father, placing his hands solemnly on my shoulders," In virtue of my authority as Administrator of this city and in the
presence of the Council of High Castes, I declare you to be a Warrior of Ko-ro-ba." Tarnsman of Gor, page 62, 63

Homestone Facts

The Home Stone of a city is the center of various rituals. The next would be the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna, the Life- Daughter,
celebrated early in the growing season to ensure a good harvest. This is a complex feast, celebrated by most Gorean cities, and the
observances are numerous and intricate. The details of the rituals are arranged and mostly executed by the Initiates of a given city.
Certain portions of the ceremonies, however, are often allotted to members of the High Castes. page 68

I stood back and made no move to draw my weapon. Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he
carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage. One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his
Home Stone. Nomads of Gor, page 1
For the Gorean, though he seldom speaks of these  
things, a city is more than brick and marble, cylinders
dwellings, a collection of structures where the may
things, a city is more than brick and marble, cylinders
most conveniently conduct their affairs.

The Gorean senses, or believes, that a city cannot be
simply identified with its material elements, which
undergo their transformations even as do the cells of
a human body.

For them a city is almost a living thing, or more than a
living thing. It is an entity with a history, as stones
and rivers do not have history: it is an entity with
tradition, a heritage, customs, practices, character,
intentions, hopes. When a Gorean says, for example,
that he is of Ar, or Ko-ro-ba, he is doing a great deal
more than informing you of his place of residence.

The Goreans generally, though there are exceptions,
particularly the Caste of Initiates, do not believe in
immortality. Accordingly, to be of a city is, in a sense,
to have been a part of something less perishable than