Gorean Commands and Positions

Har-ta

I shouted to my tarn, in Gorean and in English. “Har-ta! Har-ta! Faster! Faster!”  TARNSMAN OF GOR; 1; Page 57

We flashed through the end rings and, on the straightaway, saw, ahead, the Yellow and the Red approaching the left side rings. Like an arrow, a black torrent, Ubar of the Skies flashed toward the side rings. I think that there could be on Gor no tarn his equal. “Har-ta!” I cried. “Faster! Har-ta! Faster! Faster!”  ASSASSIN OF GOR; 5; Page 375

“Har-ta!” cried Targo. “Har-ta!”
“Har-ta!” cried the men about us.
The girls began to push harder. We strained, to increase the speed of the wagon. From time to time the men would thrust, too, at the wheels.
We cried out with pain as two of the men, about the sides, one on each side, encouraged us with their switches.
We could pull no harder. And yet we were struck! I dared not protest.
The wagon lumbered over the grassy fields.
Targo walked beside us. I would have thought he would have ridden in the wagon, but he did not. He wanted it as light as it could be, even though it meant he, the leader, must walk.
How I dreaded it when he would cry “Har-ta!” for then we would be switched again.
I sobbed in the straps, under the switch.  CAPTIVE OF GOR; 7; Page 56-57

"Har-ta," said he. "Faster." Lehna, who was first girl on the chain, hastened.
Suddenly I was terrified. My will literally meant nothing. Anything might be done to me. The guard had not permitted me to do so much as brush against him. If I could not even placate a man sexually, I was completely without power. Even my attempt to please a man was dependent upon his permission that I should attempt to do so.
I shuddered.
I, hurrying, looked up into the black, starlit Gorean night. I trembled. I, though a girl of Earth, was chained in coffle under three barbaric moons.
"Har-ta," said the soldier.
Again Lehna hastened. In moments we were leaving the camp, wading the stream. I felt the cold water about my ankles, and then calves; then I felt it over my knees; then I felt it swirling at my thighs; we lifted the chain to hold it out of the water.
"Har-ta," said the soldier, he in whose charge we were.
Again we hurried. One does not daily under the command of a Gorean master.
I felt the pebbles and stones of the bank beneath my feet. The chain pulled forward on my wrist. I looked up at the wild moons.
I was a slave girl.
"Har-ta!" I heard. "Har-ta!"
The chain pulled forward again.
I, hurrying, stumbled behind the others.
I did not know into what bondage I was being led. I knew only that it would be absolute.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Page 133-134

“Har-ta!” said Imnak to the girls. “Har-ta!” The expression ‘Har-ta’ is Gorean. “Faster! Faster!” He spoke sometimes to them in his own tongue, and sometimes in Gorean. Imnak himself spoke fair Gorean. He had traded furs and skins south more than once. Many of the red hunters cannot speak Gorean.  BEASTS OF GOR; 12; Page 191

“Har-ta, Kajira!” I said. “Faster, Slave Girl!” I struck her with the straps, a sharp blow, that she might understand that she was not to daily.
“Yes, Master,” she said.  EXPLORERS OF GOR; 13; Page 372

“Faster! Har-ta!” cried the young man to the tharlarion.  SAVAGES OF GOR; 17; Page 84

When he reached the Hobarts he unhooked his whip from its saddle ring and, throwing it out behind him, and then bringing it forward, he lashed them. “Hurry!” he called. “Har-ta! Faster! Faster! Har-ta! Har-ta!”
They hurried on before him, stumbling and gasping, helplessly herded, driven, responding to his will and the imperious strokes of his whip, neck-chained and bound, his enemies. I smiled. It is pleasant to have one’s enemies in one’s power.
I did not look back.  SAVAGES OF GOR; 17; Pages 166-167
 

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