Your eyes blink as you look through the tangled mass of plants and vines and survey for the first time the Lands of Drusus...the Castle still far in the distance.
You sigh, motioning to your slaves to gather up your belongings as it will still be another few days march to reach the Castle of Drusus, Warrior of Gor, and His Lady, the gracious Amaneris. You know the bedding will be clean, the food well spiced and the slavegirls attentive to every need you may indicate. You smile, thinking of the dancing of the exquisite ahnix{A} and suddenly you long to begin the last portion of your journey.
You look down into the peaceful valley seeing the well tended farms, lush green fields and the Tower barely visible down in the valley. The buildings are nearly hidden by trees, a clever concealment from Enemies, but you come as Friend and know that your visit will be an enjoyable one. The hospitality of the Tarn Captain Drusus is well known...his fat bosk herds, well tended vines, and excellent wine Cellar are almost legendary among the warriors of Gor. Drusus is known for his well trained and obedient kajirae and that his Lady is well mannered and polite...and very heavily Veiled....a good thing for a Free Woman... her virtue and reputation are respectably modest.
Impatiently you wait for the slaves to complete breaking up the encampment and load the supplies ready for travel. You bring rich gifts to Drusus and know you will drink, feast and wench freely and with abandon while in his Castle. You turn and shout to your slaves, "Harta!...We march at once!"
The great thelarions are ready, the baggage is loaded and you smile with satisfaction...Ta Sardar Gor! Hail Drusus! You mount your thelarion easily, long years of practice making the task effortless for man and lizard alike and begin the decent down to the valley.....
HIIIIIEEEEEIIIIIYAAAAAAAA........HAIL DRUSUS!!! TA SARDAR GOR!!!!
