"You
poor
fool,"
said
Sura
sobbing,
to Ho-Tu,
kissing
him,
"You
would
kill for
a simple
slave?"
"I love
you,"
cried
Ho-Tu,
"I love
you!".
"I too,"
said
she,
"love
you, Ho-Tu.
" He
stood as
though
stunned.
A strong
man, he
seemed
shaken.
His
hands
trembled
on her.
In his
black
eyes I
saw
tears.
"Love,"
asked
he, "for
Ho-Tu,
less
than a
man?"
"You are
my
love,"
said
Sura,
"and
have
been for
so many
years."
He
looked
at her,
hardly
daring
to move.
"Yes,"
she
said.
"I am
not even
a man,"
said he.
"In you
Ho-Tu,"
said
she, "I
have
found
the
heart of
a larl
and the
softness
of
flowers.
You have
been to
me
kindness,
and
gentleness
and
strength,
and you
have
loved
me." She
looked
up at
him. "No
man on
Gor,"
said she
"is more
a man
than
you."
There
are
those
who
would
ridicule
a Man
for
loving
his
slave...
