Gorean Commands and Positions

Coin

Go here to see my personal, overall take on
"Carrying Coin and Pockets," and the
relating reference Coin/Pocket Quotes.

Yes, yesterday, I had sent her, in the slave strap and bracelets, for bread.
I wanted to see her, for the first time, walk the wharves of Lydius, as a slave girl.
She had stolen from me.
I tied a note about her neck, reading, Two loaves of Sa-Tarna.
She had been furious.
“Open your mouth,” I told her.
She had done so.
I had placed the coin in her mouth.
“Go, Slave,” I had said to her, “Hurry.”
She had had a sly expression on her face, as she had left the ship.
It was clear to me she would try to escape.
I was curious to see what would happen.
She was off the wharf to which the Tesephone was moored, I saw her cast a look over her shoulder, and begin to run between the bales and boxes near the warehouses.
But scarcely had she made five yards when a dock worker, who knew her, seized her by the arm. She struggled, futilely. From the Tesephone I watched. Another dock worker came over to see her. “It is Tina!” I heard laugh. “Tina!” cried others. Soon, she was surrounded by some nine or ten dock workers, who remembered her well. She had perhaps stolen from all of them, or taunted them. I saw one of them, the fellow who had first seized her, read the note tied on its string about her neck.
Then they parted, to let her pass, but in such a way that she must walk in one direction. Then, flanking her, and preventing her from going anywhere but where they wished, they escorted her to the shop of the bakers. Later I saw her returning. The note, on its string, was no longer about her neck. But now, about her neck, tied with the baker’s knot, fastened behind the back of her neck, was a sack of two loaves of Sa-Tarna bread. She was escorted by the dock workers to the very foot of the gangplank of the Tesephone.
“Farewell, Slave!” they called.
Proudly, not looking at them, but with tears in her eyes, she climbed the gangplank.
“I have brought the bread,” she told me.
“Take it to the kitchen area,” I told her.
“Yes, Master,” she had said.  HUNTERS OF GOR; 8; Pages 66-67

“Paga!” called the standing men. “Paga!” A blond girl, nude, with a string of pearls wound about her steel collar, ran to the table and from the bronze vessel, on its stap about her shoulder, poured paga into the goblet before the seated man. The fellow who stood by the table scarcely noticing the girl, placed a tarsk bit in her mouth, and she fled back to the counter where, under the eye of a paga attendant, she spit the coin into a copper bowl. There seemed to me something familiar about the girl, but I could not place it.  ROGUE OF GOR; 15; Pages 77-78

“Coin check,” he said.
“Of course, Master!” I wept. How well he reminded me I was a slave!
“Open your mouth,” he said. I felt his finger run about within my mouth.
Mirus was efficient. He would not forget to subject me to coin check.
“Hold still,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
He was thorough.
Some girls, I had been told, sometimes try to swallow small coins but this is foolish. The coin can be produced swiftly enough in such cases by emetics and laxatives. Similarly, her wastes my be subjected to unscheduled examinations. Too, even if she is successful in recovering the coin herself, there is usually little she can do with it. There are few places to conceal such objects in a cell or kennel. Similarly, she is often under surveillance, of one sort or another, by other slaves or free persons. Also, if she should be found to be in possession of a coin or coins, for example, by a tradesmen, guardsmen, or any free person, she will be expected to have an excellent explanation for this anomaly, which is then likely to be checked with her master. In most cities, even the touching of money, unless in an authorized situation, is prohibited to slaves. They cannot, of course, own money, any more than any other form of animal.  DANCER OF GOR; 22; Page 238

“Your master charges a tarsk bit for your use?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She did so, and I drew forth a tarsk bit from my pouch, this one not a separate coin in the sense of round or square coin, but a piece of such a coin, a narrow, triangular, chopped eighth of a copper tarn disk, and placed it in her mouth.
“That is for your master,” I said. Many Goreans, particularly those of low caste, on errands and such, carry a coin or coins in their mouths. Most Gorean garments, a notable exception being those of artisans, lack pockets.  RENEGADES OF GOR; 23; Page 29

“When you bring the check,” I said, “do so in your teeth.”
She looked at me, angrily.
“Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“The check is to be paid, or put on the bill, I gather, at the keeper’s desk,” I said. One had to pass the keeper’s desk after leaving the paga room. That arrangement, I supposed, was no accident. For example, it would save posting of one employee, which was perhaps a calculated economy on the part of the proprietor. I would not have put it past him, at any rate. Too, in virtue of this arrangement, one need not entrust coins to debtor sluts, slaves, and such. In this house I suspected that they would not be permitted to so much as touch a coin. They would be kept coinless, absolutely.
“Yes,” she said.  RENEGADES OF GOR; 23; Page 75
 

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those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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