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 am a warrior," said the young man proudly. Kamchak signalled the archers and they came forward, their arrows trained on the
young man. He then threw, one after another, a dozen bags of gold to the floor. "Save your gold, Tuchuk sleen," said the young man.
"I am a warrior and I know my codes." Nomads of Gor, page 315




"Are you of the Warriors?" asked Labenius.
"Yes," I said.
"Hear," said Labenius to his men. "He is of the Warriors."
"He says he is," said a fellow, glumly.
"What is the 97th Aphorism in the Codes?" inquired Labenius.

"My scrolls may not be those of Ar," I said. To be sure, the scrolls should be, at least among the high cities, in virtue of conventions
held at the Sardar Fairs, particularly the Fair of En'Kara, much in agreement.
"Will you speak?" asked Labenius.
"Remove the female," I said.
"He is a Warrior," said one of the men.
One of the men lifted the bound Ina in his arms, one hand behind the back of her knees, and the other behind her back, and carried
her from where we were gathered. In a few moments he returned. "The female is now out of earshot?" inquired Labenius, staring
ahead.
"Yes," said the fellow, "and she will stay where I left her, on her back, as I tied her hair about the base of a stout shrub." "The 97th
Aphorism in the Codes I was taught," I said, "is in the form of a riddle: `What is invisible but more beautiful than diamonds?'"
"And the answer?" inquired Labenius.
"`That which is silent but deafens thunder.'"
The men regarded one another.
"And what is that?" asked Labenius.
"The same" said I, "as that which depresses no scale but is weightier than gold."
"And what is that?" asked Labenius.
"Honor," I said.
"He is of the Warriors," said a man.", Vagabonds of Gor, Page 304-305


One who has shed your blood, or whose blood you have shed, becomes your sword brother, unless you formally repudiate the blood
on your weapons. It is a part of the kinship of Gorean warrior regardless of what city it is to which they owe their allegiance. It is a
matter of caste, an expression of respect for those who share their station and profession, having nothing to do with cities or Home
Stones.  Tarnsmen of Gor, page 119.

"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 your 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.


"I am of the Caste of Warriors, and it is in our codes that the only death fit for a man is that in battle, but I can no longer believe that
this is true, for the man I met once on the road to Ko-ro-ba died well, and taught me that all wisdom and truth does not lie in my own
codes." Priest Kings of Gor, page 14


"Flee!" she said.
"I am of the Warriors," I said.
"But you may die," she said.
"That is acknowledged in the codes," I said.
"What are the codes?" she asked.
"They are nothing and, and everything," I said. "They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all
significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii."
"Kurii?" she asked.
"Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse," I said. "Beasts such as the face you saw in the sky."
"You need not keep the codes," she said.
"I once betrayed my codes," I said. "It is not my intention to do so again." I looked at her. "One does not know, truly what it is to
stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand."
"None would know if you betrayed the codes," she said.
"I would know," I said, "and I am of the Warriors."
"What is it to be a warrior?" she asked.
"It is to keep the codes," I said. "You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have
a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance,
but these are things are not truly needful; they are not, truly what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong,
and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not
the helm of iron which makes the warrior." She looked up at me. "It is the codes," I said.
"Abandon your codes," she said.
"One does not speak to slaves of the codes," I said. Beasts of Gor, Page 340

I had been so much a fool as to be sad. That is not the mood in which to enter battle, even the battle which one knows one cannot
win, even the ultimate battle in which knows one is doomed to defeat. Do not be sad. Better to take the field with laughter, with a
joke, with a light heart, with a buoyant heart, or to go forward with sternness, or in fury, or with hatred, or defiance, or calculation,
but never with self pity, never with sadness. Never such things, never them! The warrior does not kill himself or aid others in the
doing of it. It is not in the codes. Vagabonds of Gor, page 446
Laws, Codes and Rituals
Laws and Codes of the Warrior
"The Code of the warriors was, in general, characterized
by a rudimentary chivalry, emphasizing loyalty to Pride
Chiefs and the Home Stone. It is harsh but with a
certain gallantry, a sense of honor that I could respect.
A man could do worse than live by such a code.
Tarnsman of Gor, page 41

In the codes of the warriors, there is a saying; "Be
strong, and do as you will. The swords of others will set
you your limits." Marauders of Gor, page 10

"Within the circle of each man's sword," say the codes of
the warrior, "therein is each man a Ubar" "Steel is the
coinage of the warrior," say the codes, "With it he
purchases what pleases him" Marauders of Gor, page 10

"Warriors, it is said in the codes, have a common Home
Stone. Its name is battle." Renegades of Gor, page 343

"I am of the Warriors," I said. "I will take by the sword
what women please me." Beasts of Gor page 348


"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
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