But I recalled that I had, in the stockade of Tyros, recollected the matter of honor. I had entered the stockade alone, not expecting
to survive. It was not that I was the friend of Marlenus of Ar, or his ally. It was rather that I had, as a warrior, or one once of such
as caste, set myself the task of his liberation. Marauders of Gor, page 5
He had recalled that he was Callimachus, of the warriors, one entrusted with steel, one entitled to wear the scarlet of the proud
caste. I did not think it likely that he would forget these things again. Rogue of Gor, Page 228
"He is a captain, a guardsman of Port Cos," said Callimachus. "He is skilled with the sword. He is shrewd, I regard Him as a good
"It was he, was it not," I asked, "who acceded to your command in Port Cos, following your being relieved of your duties?"
"It was," smiled Callimachus, "but I assure you I shall not hold that against him, nor will it interfere with my capacity to work closely
"If he chooses to work with you". I said.
"Of course," shrugged Callimachus.
"Do you think he will remember you?" I asked.
"I would think so," said Callimachus, ruefully.
"It was evidence brought against Callisthenes in Port Cos five years ago by Callimachus," said Tasdron, "which cost him an early
promotion, a matter of minor peculation."
"Such things are not unknown,"said Callimachus, "but I chose not to accept them in my command."
"I understand," I said. I had a respect for caste honor. Honor was honor, in small things as well as great. Indeed, how can one
practice honor in great things, if not in small things? Rogue of Gor, page 231
"You risked so much for a mere point of honor?" she asked.
"There are no mere pointes of honor," I told her. Vagabonds of Gor, page 63
The Code of the warriors, in general, characterized by a rudimentary chilvalry, emphasizing loyalty to pride chiefs and the
homestone. It is harsh, but with a certain gallantry, a sense of honor that I could respect. A man could do worse then live by such a
code. Tarnsman of Gor, page 41
If it turned out badly, what I did, I would have no defense other than I did what I did for my friend for him and for his brave kind,
once hated enemies, whom I had now learned to know and respect. There is no loss of honor in failing to achieve such a task, I told
myself. It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of Warriors, a swordsman of the high city if Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning.
Nomads of Gor, page 8
"We anticipated," said Samos, " that your humanity would assert itself, that faced with a meaningless, ignominious death in the
marshes, you would grovel and whine for the life." In my heart I wept. "I did," I said. "You chose," said Samos, "as warriors have it,
ignominious bondage over the freedom of honorable death." There were tears in my eyes. "I dishonored my sword, my city. I
betrayed my codes." Raiders of Gor, page 310
|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
Honor of the Warrior
If it turned out badly, what I did, I would have no
defense other than that I did what I did for my friend
for him and for his brave kind, once hated enemies,
whom I had learned to know and respect. There is no
loss of honor in failing to achieve such a task, I told
myself. It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of
Warriors, a swordsman of the high city of Ko-ro-ba,
the Towers of the Morning. Nomads of Gor, page 8
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
"Surrender," whispered Sarus.
"My city," I said, "was the city of Ko-ro-ba. It is
sometimes called the Towers of Morning."
"Long ago," I said, "I dishonored my caste, my Home
Stone, my blade. Long ago, I fell from the warriors.
Lone ago, I lost my honor." Hunters of Gor, page 275