barks and leaves, and roots and flowers, others from animal products, crushed insects, etc. At various places in the bazaar, from a
latticework laid between the buildings, numerous skeins of wool hung, dyed in various bright colors, drying. The carders and the
dyers, incidentally, are subcastes separate from the weavers. All are subcastes of the rug makers, which, itself, interestingly,
perhaps surprisingly, is accounted generally as a subcaste of the cloth workers. Rug makers themselves, however, usually regard
themselves, in their various subcastes, as being independent of the cloth workers. A rug maker would not care to he confused
with a maker of kaftans, turbans or djellabas.
I looked up at skeins of wool hanging from the wooden poles between the flat roofs. They were quite colorful. The finest wool,
however, is sheared in the spring from the bellies of the verr and hurt, and would, accordingly, not be available until later in the
season. The wool market, as was to be expected, was now slow. Tribesmen of Gor, page 49-50


"And worse then that," she laughed, clapping her hands, " he was of the Caste of Singers,"

It could have been worse, I thought. After all, though the Caste of Singers, or Poets, was not a high caste, it had more prestige
than, for example, the Caste of Pot-Makers or Saddle-Makers, with which it was sometimes compared. On Gor, the singer, or poet,
is regarded as a craftsmen who makes strong sayings, much like a pot-maker makes a good pot or a saddle-maker makes a
worthy saddle. He has his role to play in the social structure , celebrating battles and historicies, singing of heroes and cities, but
also he is expected to sing of living, and of  love and joy, not merely of arms and glory: and, too, it is his function to remind the
Goreans from time to time of the loneliness and death, lest they should forget that they are men. Outlaw of Gor, page 103,104

In spite of some reservations the Poet, or Singer, was loved on Gor. It had not occurred to him that he owed misery and torment
to his profession, and, on the whole, the Caste of Poets was thought to be a most happy band of men. 'A handful of bread for a
song,' was a common Gorean invitation extended to members of the caste, and it might occur on the lips of a peasant or a Ubar,
and the poet took great pride that he would sing the same song in both the hut of the peasant and the halls of the Ubar, though
it won for him only a crust of bread in one place and a cap of gold in the other, gold often squandered on a beautiful woman who
might leave him nothing but his songs.

Poets, on the whole, did not live well on Gor, but they never starved, were never forced to burn the robes of their caste. Some
had even sung their way from city to city, their poverty protecting them from outlaws, and their luck from the predatory beasts of
Gor. Nine cities, long after his death, claimed the man who, centuries ago, had called Ko-ro-ba the Towers of the Morning. Outlaw
of Gor, page 104,105

There was Linna, who had been so kind to me, whose auburn hair was knotted with coarse string, who wore the gray collar of a
state slave of Tharna. There was Andreas of Tor, of the Caste of Singers, young, valiant, irrepressible, his hair wild like the mane
of a black larl, who would rather die then try to kill me, condemned to the Amusements or the mines of Tharna. Outlaw of Gor,
page 126

"Observe," I said. I then took the  two dangling cords and began to tie what must have seemed to her an incredible knot,
"Actually," I informed her, as I continued to weave the cordes together in an ever larger and more complex fashion, "this is only a
fifty-seven turn knot. It is however, my own invention, though I never thought i'd need it. This trick was taught to me by Andreas
of Tor, years ago, of the Caste of Singers, for doors in the city Tor are commonly of this variety. His own knot was a sixty-two turn
knot, his father's was a seventy-one;one of his brothers used a hundred and-four turn knot, which as I recall, Andreas thought a
bit pretentious. Assassin of Gor, page 54

He wore the robes of his caste, the singers, and it was not known what city was his own. Many of the singers wander from place
to place, selling their songs for bread and love. I had known, long ago, a singer, whose name was Andreas of Tor. Raiders of Gor,
page 224

Similarly there are no Scribes, but a piece, which moves identically, called the Singer. I thought that Andreas of Tor, a friend, of the
caste of Singers, might have been pleased to learn that his caste was represented, and honored, on the boards of the north. The
Spearmen moved identically with the southern Spear-men. It did not take me much time to adapt to the Kaissa of Torvaldsland, for
it is quite similar to the Kaissa of the south. Marauders of Gor, page 57


Extending in a line to my left, the same line in which I formed the initial point, stripped, secured as I was, were twenty more male
slaves. We were being examined by five women, veiled and robed, woman slavers.
"Open your mouth," said one of the women to me.
I opened my mouth.
She pushed up, under my upper teeth, with her thumb. The robes and veils the women wore were graceful and of silken sheens.
They were predominantly blue and yellow in their colors, which are the colors of the slavers. As the lovely sleeve of her robe
dropped back I saw, on her left wrist, a heavy, metal-studded wristlet of black leather. Her eyes were dark and shrewd, fierce,
objective, appraising, merciless. Fighting slave of Gor, page 82  

Most female slavers, incidentally, are not involved in field captures. It is, one the whole, too dangerous for them. Too, there is
always the danger that they might be added to the catch by their men. Most female slavers, accordingly, are established in cities,
where they own or manage houses. There they buy and sell slaves, board or rent them, train, them, and so on. Statistically, there
are very few female slavers. Most Gorean women tend to be attractive, and most Gorean men tend to be strong, for example.
Accordingly, in a business such as slaving it is not unusual that the female slaver sooner or later, in one way or another finds the
collar on her own throat. That, then, she then helplessly under the whip like any other female, is that. Fighting slave of Gor, page

For example, some rack the Merchants as a high caste, and some do not; and some rank the Slavers with the merchants, and
some see them as a separate caste, and so on. Witness of Gor, Page 225
The distinction, of course, is between belonging to the caster of slavers and being a slaver. Whereas members of the caste of
slavers are slavers, not all slavers are members of the caste of slavers. For example, I am not of the slavers, but in Port Kar I am
know as Bosk, and he known as many things, among them pirate and slaver. Too, both Marcus and myself were of the warriors,
the scarlet caster, and as such were not above taking slaves. Such is not only permitted in the codes, but encouraged by them.
“The slave is a joy and a convenience to the warrior.” Neither of us, of course, was a member of the caste of slavers. It,
incidentally, is sometimes regarded as a subcaste of the merchants, and sometimes as an independent caste. It does have its
own colors, blue and yellow, whereas those of the merchants are yellow and white, or gold and white. Players of Gor, page 315

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"She's beautiful," Talena would say of one as the auctioneer would tug the single loop on the right shoulder of the slave livery,
dropping it to the girl's ankles. Of another, Talena would sniff scornfully. She seemed to be pleased when her friends were bought
by handsome tarnsmen, and laughed delightfully when one girl, to whom she had taken a dislike, was purchased by a fat, odious
fellow, of the Caste of Tarn Keepers. Tarnsman of Gor, page 132

Tarns, who are vicious things, are seldom more than half tamed and, like their diminutive counterparts the hawks, are carnivorous.
It is not unknown for a tarn to attack and devour his own rider. They fear nothing but the tarn-goad. They are trained by men of
the Caste of Tarn Keepers to respond to it while still young, when they can be fastened by wires to the training perches.
Whenever a young bird soars away or refuses obedience in some fashion, he is dragged back to the perch and beaten with the
tarn-goad. Rings, comparable to those which are fastened on the legs of the young birds, are worn by the adult birds to reinforce
the memory of the hobbling wire and the tarn-goad. Later, of course, the adult birds are not fastened, but the conditioning given
them in their youth usually holds except when they become abnormally disturbed or have not been able to obtain food. Tarnsman
of Gor,  page 52

The tarn-whistle, as one might expect, is used to summon the bird. Usually, the most highly trained tarns will respond to only one
note, that sounded by the whistle of their master. There is nothing surprising in this in as much as each bird is trained, by the
Caste of Tarn Keepers, to respond to a different note. When the tarn is presented to a warrior, or sold to one, the whistle
accompanies the bird. Needless to say, the whistle is important and carefully guarded, for, should it be lost or fall into the hands of
an enemy, the warrior has, for all practical purposes, lost his mount. Outlaw of Gor, page 24

The racing tarn, interestingly, is an extremely light bird; two men can lift one; even its beak is narrower and lighter than the beak
of a common tarn or a war tarn; its wings are commonly broader and shorter than those of the other tarns,  permitting a swifter
take off and providing a capacity for extremely abrupt turns and shifts in flight; they cannot carry a great deal of weight and the
riders, as might be expected, are small men, usually of low caste, pugnacious and aggressive. Assassin of Gor, page 143,144

The Tarn Keeper, who was called by those in the tavern Mip, bought the food, bask steak and yellow bread, peas and Torian
olives, and two golden-brown, starchy Suls, broken open and filled with melted bosk cheese. I bought the Paga, and several times
we refilled our cups. Mip was a chipper fellow, and a bit dapper considering his caste and his close-cropped hair, for his brown
leather was shot with green streaks, and he wore a Tarn Keepers cap with a greenish tassel; most Tarn Keepers, incidentally,
crop their hair short, as do most Metal Workers; work in the tarncots and in training tarns is often hard, sweaty work. Assassin of


There are few thieves, incidentally, on Gor. I have heard, though, there is a Caste of Thieves in Port Kar, a strong caste which
naturally protects its members from such indignities as ear notching. In Saphrar's case, of course, he being of the Caste of
Merchants, the notching of the ear would be a coincidence, albeit one that must have caused him some embarrassment. Nomads
of Gor, page 85

The man, who wore a simple dark tunic and sandals, dropped out to the ground. His hair was dark and clipped short; his face
intelligent, but hard. On his right cheek, over the cheekbone was the Thief brand of the Caste of Thieves of Port Kar, who use the
small brand to identify their members. "Look," said the man to Cernus, leading him about the side of the ship. Nomads of Gor,
page 96

There is even, in Port Kar, a recognized caste of Thieves, the only such I know of on Gor, which, in the lower canals and perimeters
of the city, has much power, that of the threat and the knife. They are recognized by the Thief’s Scar, which they wear as a caste
mark, a tiny, three-pronged brand burned into the face in back of and below the eye, over the right cheekbone. Raiders of Gor,
page 104

“In Port Kar,” said I, “there is a caste of thieves. It is the only know caste of thieves on Gor.”

She looked at me.

“You will have little difficulty,” I said, “in earning entrance into that caste.”

“I have seen the thief’s brand!” she cried. “It is beautiful!”

It was a tiny, three-pronged brand, burned into the face over the right cheekbone. I had seen it several times, once on one who
worked for the mysterious Others, a member of a crew of a black ship, once encountered in the mountains of the Voltai, not far
from great Ar itself. The caste of thieves was important to Port Kar, and eve honored. It represented a skill which in the city was
held in high repute. Indeed, so jealous of their prerogatives were the caste of thieves that they often hunted thieves who did not
belong to the caste, and slew them, throwing their bodies to the urts in the canals. Indeed, there was less thievery in Port Kar
than there might have been were there no caste of thieves in the city. They protected, jealously, their own territories from
amateur competition. Ear notching and mutilation, common punishment on Gor for thieves, were not found in Port Kar. The caste
was too powerful. On the other hand, it was regarded as permissible to slay a male thief or take a female thief slave if the culprit
could be apprehended and a caste member, was to be remanded to the police of the arsenal. If found guilty in the court of the
arsenal, the male thief would be sentenced, for a week to a year, to hard labor in the arsenal or on the wharves; the female thief
would be sentenced to service, for a week to a year, in a straw-strewn cell in one of Port Kar´s penal brothels. They are chained
by the left ankle to a ring in the stone. Their food is that of a galley slave, peas, black bread and onions. If they serve well,
however, their customers often bring them a bit of meat or fruit. Few thieves of Port Kar have not served time, depending on their
sex, either in the arsenal or on the wharves, or in the brothels. Hunters of Gor, page 304

“But, who is about here?” asked Boabissia.
“Some thief,” I said, “one who is highly skillful, one worthy even of the thief’s scar of Port Kar, though I doubt he wears it.” The
thief’s scar in Port Kar is a tiny, three-pronged brand, burned into the face over the right cheekbone. It marks the members of the
Caste of Thieves in Port Kar. That is the only city in which, as far as I know, there is a recognized caste for thieves. They tend to
be quite proud of their calling, it being handed down often from father to son. There are various perquisites connected with
membership in this caste, among them, if one is a professional thief, protection from being hunted down and killed by caste
members, who tend to be quite jealous of their various territories and prerogatives. Because of the caste of thieves there is
probably much less thievery in Port Kar that in most cities of  comparable size. They regulate their numbers and craft in much the
same way that, in many cities, the various castes, such as those of the metals workers or cloth workers, do theirs. Mercenaries of
Gor, page 239


"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a
representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
Assassin of Gor, page 29

I found Turia to match my expectations. She was luxurious. Her shops were filled with rare, intriguing paraphernalia. I smelled
perfumes that I had never smelled before. More than once we encountered a line of musicians dancing single file down the center
of the street, playing on their flutes and drums, perhaps on their way to a feast. I was pleased to see again, though often done in
silk, the splendid varieties of caste colors of the typical Gorean city, to hear once more the cries of peddlers that I knew so well,
the cake sellers, the hawkers of vegetables, the wine vendor bending under a double verrskin of his vintage.We did not attract as
much attention as I had thought we would, and I gathered every spring at least, visitors from the Wagon Peoples must come to
the City. Nomads of Gor, page 87, 88


The carders and the dyers, incidentally, are subcastes separate from the weavers. All are subcastes of the rug makers, which,
itself, interestingly, perhaps surprisingly, is accounted generally as a subcaste of the cloth workers. Rug makers themselves,
however, usually regard themselves, in their various subcastes, as being independent of the cloth workers. A rug maker would not
care to he confused with a maker of kaftans, turbans or djellabas.
I looked up at skeins of wool hanging from the wooden poles between the flat roofs. They were quite colorful. The finest wool,
however, is sheared in the spring from the bellies of the verr and hurt, and would, accordingly, not be available until later in the
season. The wool market, as was to be expected, was now slow. Tribesmen of Gor, page 49-50


I saw a wide, hunched figure, bending under a gigantic bundle of sticks, strapped to his back by two cords which he held twisted
in his fists in front of his body. His stature and burden proclaimed him as a member of the Caste of Carriers of Wood, or
Woodsmen, that Gorean caste which, with the Caste of Charcoal Makers, provides most of the common fuel for the Gorean cities.
The weight the man was carrying was prodigious, and would have staggered men of most castes, even that of the Warriors. the
bundle reared itself at least a man's height above his bent back, and extended perhaps some four feet in width. I knew the
support of that weight depended partly on the skillful use of the cords and back, but sheer strength was only too obviously
necessary, and this man, and his caste brothers, over the generations, had been shaped to their task. Outlaw of Gor, page 27

It was hard to understand the words, for those of the lonely Caste of Woodsmen do not often speak.

"I have peas and turnips, garlic and onions in my hut," said the man, his bundle like a giant's hump on his back.
"The Priest-Kings themselves," I said, "could not ask for more."

'Then, Warrior," said the man, issuing Gor's blunt invitation to a low caste dinner, "share my kettle."

"I am honored," I said, and I was.

Whereas I was of high caste and he of low, yet in his own hut he would be, by the laws of Gor, a prince and sovereign, for then
he would be in the place of his own Home Stone. Indeed, a cringing whelp of a man, who would never think of lifting his eyes from
the ground in the presence of a member of one of the high castes, a crushed and spiritless churl, an untrustworthy villain or
coward, an avaricious and obsequious peddler often becomes, in the place of his own Home Stone, a veritable lion among his
fellows, proud and splendid, generous and bestowing, a king be it only in his own den. Outlaw of Gor, page 29

Was I not Tarl of Ko-roba? Was there not such a city? Each pasang stone proclaimed there was---at the end of this road. Yet why
was the road untended? Way had it not been traveled? Why had Zosk of the Caste of Carriers of Wood acted as he had? Why did
my shield, my helmet, my accoutrement not bear the proud sign of Ko-ro-ba? Outlaw of Gor, page 33
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Woman of Gor

The rugs of Tor are very beautiful. I paused to look upon several of them, hanging in
stalls, many others, lying on top of one another, in great, shaded piles. It takes five girls
more than a year to make certain of these rugs. The patterns, memorized by the callers,
some of them blind, are intricate, and passed down through families. They are made on
simple looms and the pile is knotted onto the warp and weft. Some of these rugs have as
many as four hundred knots per square hort. The hort is approximately an inch and a
quarter in length. Each knot, by a girl, a free woman, is tied individually by hand. There are
many varieties of such rugs. Almost all are incredibly beautiful. The dyes used in the
malting of these rugs are, on the whole, natural dyes, vegetable dyes, some made from