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 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 pg 14
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"The Codes of the warriors, 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 then live by such a code."
"I would not have thought Sauros of Tyros would have used poisoned steel," I said.
".....Could it be that I had, as the Codes of my Caste recommended, not even considered her, but merely regarded her as a rightless animal, no more than a subject beast, an abject instrument to my interests and pleasures, a slave?"
"Yield her" he snapped.
"Flee!" she said.
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."
Tarnsman of Gor pg.41
Such a device, like the poisoned arrow, was not only against the codes of the warriors, but, generally, was regarded as unworthy of men. Poison was regarded as a woman's weapon.
Marauders of Gor pg.18
Priest Kings of Gor pg.48
"You know the codes, "I said evenly. "If you want her you must challenge for her and meet me with the weapon of my choice."
Tarnsman of Gor pg.117
"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 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, truely what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself 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 which makes a warrior."She looked 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 pg.340
pg 10 Marauders of Gor
