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Holding Grass and Earth

"Suddenly the Tuchuk bent to the soil and picked up a handful of dirt and grass, the land on which the bosk graze, the land which is the land of the Tuchuks, and this dirt and this grass he thrust in my hands and I held it. The warrior grinned and put his hands over mine so that our hands, together held the dirt and grass, and were together clasped upon it. 'Yes,' said the warrior, 'come in peace to the Land of the Wagon Peoples.'
Nomads of Gor, p.26


"'You would risk,' I asked, 'the herds- the wagons- the peoples?' ' Yes,' said Kamchak. 'Why?' I asked. He looked at me and smiled.'Because,' said he, 'we have together held grass and earth.'
Nomads of Gor, p. 52


In Gorean, the words for stranger and enemy are the same. Among the Wagon People , however, there is a ceremony of brotherhood by which a stranger can be given the status almost of one born to the Wagons. It is called "the holding of grass and earth." The bond thus made between two men can never be broken.



Wagering

"The Tuchuks, not unlike Goreans in general, are fond of gambling. Indeed it is not unknown that a Tuchuk will bet his entire stock of Bosk on the outcome of a single kailla race; as many as a dozen slave girls may change hands on something as small as the direction that a bird will fly or the number of seeds in a tospit."
Nomads of Gor, p.60


"As soon as Kamchak had agreed to Albrecht's proposal the children and several of the slave girls immediately began to rush toward the wagons, delightedly crying 'Wager! Wager!' Soon, to my dismay, a large number of Tuchuks, male and female, and their male or female slaves, began to gather near the worn lane on the turf. The terms of the wager were soon well known. In the crowd, as well as Tuchuks and those of the Tuchuks, there were some Kassars, a Paravaci or two, even one of the Kataii. The slave girls in the crowd seemed particularly excited. I could hear bets being taken."
Nomads of Gor pg. 59-60


Gambling is as natural to the Wagon People as breathing. They will wager on just about anything, from who will pay the price of a drink, to who will be granted the privilege of killing an intruder. The Wagon People are quiet wily in the ways of gambling, in as much so, that those not of the Wagons are often advised to go ahead and hand over their money at the beginning of the wager, as they are almost assured of losing.



Naming Children

Another custom of the Wagon People revolves around the selection of a name for male children. No name is given at birth. Rather, the male-child is known simply as First Son or Second Son until such time as he masters the use of all the weapons of war and the hunt. The Wagon People regard names as being precious; they are not to be wasted on those who are not survivors.



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