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…the High Castes, specifically the Warriors, Builders, Scribes, Initiates, and Physicians
Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 41 

The tier nearest the floor, which denoted some preferential status, the white tier, was occupied by Initiates, Interpreters of the Will of the Priest-Kings. In order, the ascending tiers, blue, yellow, green, and red, were occupied by representatives of the Scribes, Builders, Physicians, and Warriors. 
Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 62 

Strangely, though it has now been six years since I left the Counter-Earth, I can discover no signs of aging or physical alteration in my appearance. I have puzzled over this, trying to connect it with the mysterious letter, dated in the seventeenth century, ostensibly by my father, which I received in the blue envelope. Perhaps the serums of the Caste of Physicians, so skilled on Gor, have something to do with this, but I cannot tell. 
Tarnsman of Gor Book 1 Page 218 – 219

The Physicians,” she said, “under the direction of the High Council of Tharna, arranges these matters.” 
Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 106 

“Let it be done,” said the men, first one and then another, until there was a sober chores of assent, quiet but powerful, and I knew that never before in this harsh world had men spoken thus. And it seemed strange to me that this rebellion, this willingness to pursue the right as they saw it, independently of the will of the Priest-Kings, had come not first from the proud Warriors of Gor, nor the Scribes, nor the Builders nor Physicians, nor any of the high castes of the many cities of Gor, but had come from the most degraded and despised of men, wretched slaves from the mines of Tharna. 
Outlaw of Gor Book 2 Page 170 

It is little wonder then that the cities of Gor support and welcome the fairs. Sometimes they provide a common ground on which territorial and commercial disputes may be amicably resolved without loss of honor, plenipotentiaries of warring cities having apparently met by accident among the silken pavilions. 
Further, members of castes such as the Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile. 
Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 9

My Chamber Slave’s accent had been pure High Caste Gorean though I could not place the city. Probably her caste had been that of the Builders or Physicians, for had her people been Scribes I would have expected a greater subtlety of inflections, the use of less common grammatical cases; and had her people been of the Warriors I would have expected a blunter speech, rather belligerently simple, expressed in great reliance on the indicative mood and, habitually, a rather arrogant refusal to venture beyond the most straightforward of sentence structures. 
Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 52 

“My father,” she said, “was of the Caste of Physicians.” 
So I thought to myself, I had placed her accent rather well, either Builders or Physicians, and had I thought carefully enough about it, I might have recognized her accent as being a bit too refined for the Builders. I chuckled to myself. In effect, I had probably merely scored a lucky hit. 
“I didn’t know they had physicians in Treve,” I said. “We have all the High Castes in Treve,” she said, angrily. The only two cities, other than Ar, which I knew that Treve did not periodically attack were mountainous Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, and Ko-ro-ba, my own city. 
Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 62 

"The ointment will soon be absorbed, she said. "In a few minutes there will be no trace of it nor of the cuts." The Physicians of Treve, I said, have marvelous medicines. It is an ointment of Preist Kings, she said."--Priest Kings of Gor pg 64

“He did not,” said Vika. “He tried to prevent me but I sought out the Initiates of Treve, proposing myself as an offering to the Priest-Kings. I did not, of course, tell them my true reason for desiring to come to the Sardar.” She paused. “I wonder if they knew,” she mused. 
“It is not improbable,” I said. 
“My father would not hear of it, of course,” she said. She laughed. “He locked me in my chambers, but the High Initiate of the City came with warriors and they broke into our compartments and beat my father until he could not move and I went gladly with them.” She laughed again. “Oh how pleased I was when they beat him and he cried out,” she said, “for I hated him so much I hated him for he was not a true man and even though of the Caste of Physicians could not stand pain. He could not even bear to hear the cry of a larl.” 
I knew that Gorean caste lines, though largely following birth, were not inflexible, and that a man who did not care for his caste might be allowed to change caste, if approved by the High Council of his city, an approval usually contingent on his qualifications for the work of another caste and the willingness of the members of the new caste to accept him as a Caste Brother. 
“Perhaps,” I suggested, “it was because he could not stand pain that he remained a member of the Caste of Physicians.” 
“Perhaps,” said Vika. “He always wanted to stop suffering, even that of an animal or slave.” 
Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 71 

“Who has done this?” I asked. 
“I,” said Parp. “The operation is not as difficult as you might expect and I have performed it many times.” 

“He is a member of the Caste of Physicians,” said Kusk, “and his manual dexterity is superior even to that of Priest-Kings.” 
“Of what city?” I asked. 
Parp looked at me closely. “Treve,” he said. 
Priest-Kings of Gor Book 3 Page 254 

Kamchak and I waited until the string had been chewed. When Kamchak had finished he held out his right hand and a man, not a Tuchuk, who wore the green robes of the Caste of Physicians, thrust in his hand a goblet of bosk horn; it contained some yellow fluid. Angrily, not concealing his distaste, Kutaituchik drained the goblet and then hurled it from him. 
Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 44 

The selection of the girls, incidentally, is determined by judges in their city, or of their own people, in Turia by members of the Caste of Physicians who have served in the great slave houses of Ar; among the wagons by the masters of the public slave wagons, who buy, sell and rent girls, providing warriors and slavers with a sort of clearing house and market for their feminine merchandise. 
Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 118 

The Player was a rather old man, extremely unusual on Gor, where the stabilization serums were developed centuries ago by the Caste of Physicians in Ko-ro-ba and Ar, and transmitted to the Physicians of other cities at several of the Sardar Fairs. Age, on Gor, interestingly, was regarded, and still is, by the Castes of Physicians as a disease, not an inevitable natural phenomenon. The fact that it seemed to be a universal disease did not dissuade the caste from considering how it might be combated. Accordingly the research of centuries was turned to this end. Many other diseases, which presumably flourished centuries ago on Gor, tended to be neglected, as less dangerous and less universal than that of aging. A result tended to be that those susceptible to many diseases died and those less susceptible lived on, propagating their kind. One supposes something similar may have happened with the plagues of the Middle Ages on Earth. At any rate, disease is now almost unknown among the Gorean cities, with the exception of the dreaded Dar-Kosis disease, or the Holy Disease, research on which is generally frowned upon by the Caste of Initiates, who insist the disease is a visitation of the displeasure of Priest-Kings on its recipients. The fact that the disease tends to strike those who have maintained the observances recommended by the Caste of Initiates, and who regularly attend their numerous ceremonies, as well as those who do not, is seldom explained, though, when pressed, the Initiates speak of possible secret failures to maintain the observances or the inscrutable will of Priest-Kings. I also think the Gorean success in combating aging may be partly due to the severe limitations, in many matters, on the technology of the human beings on the planet. Priest-Kings have no wish that men become powerful enough on Gor to challenge them for the supremacy of the planet. They believe, perhaps correctly, that man is a shrewish animal which, if it had the power, would be likely to fear Priest-Kings and attempt to exterminate them. Be that as it may, the Priest-Kings have limited man severely on this planet in many respects, notably in weaponry, communication and transportation. On the other hand, the brilliance which men might have turned into destructive channels was then diverted, almost of necessity, to other fields, most notably medicine, though considerable achievements have been accomplished in the production of translation devices, illumination and architecture. The Stabilization Serums, which are regarded as the right of all human beings, be they civilized or barbarian, friend or enemy, are administered in a series of injections, and the effect is, incredibly, an eventual, gradual transformation of certain genetic structures, resulting in indefinite cell replacement without pattern deterioration. These genetic alterations, moreover, are commonly capable of being transmitted. For example, though I received the series of injections when first I came to Gor many years ago I had been told by Physicians that they might, in my case, have been unnecessary, for I was the child of parents who, though of Earth, had been of Gor, and had received the serums. But different human beings respond differently to the Stabilization Serums, and the Serums are more effective with some than with others. With some the effect lasts indefinitely, with others it wears off after but a few hundred years, with some the effect does not occur at all, with others, tragically, the effect is not to stabilize the pattern but to hasten its degeneration. The odds, however, are in the favor of the recipient, and there are few Goreans who, if it seems they need the Serum’s, do not avail themselves of them. The Player, as I have mentioned, was rather old, not extremely old but rather old. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 29 - 31 

She had then been examined thoroughly by the Physicians of the House of Cernus. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 40 

Cernus smiled. “Our Physicians ascertained,” said he, “that she is only a Red Silk Girl.” 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 45 

At certain times of the year several such booths are set up within the courtyard of a slaver’s house; in each, unclothed, chained by the left ankle to a ring, on furs, is a choice Red Silk Girl; prospective buyers, usually accompanied by a member of the Caste of Physicians, in the presence of the slaver’s agent, examine various girls; when particular interest is indicated in one, the Physician and the slaver’s agent withdraw; when, after this, the girl is not purchased, or at least seriously bid upon, she is beaten severely or, perhaps worse, is touched for a full Ehn by the slave goad; if, after two or three such opportunities, the girl is not sold, she is given further training; if after this she is still not sold she is usually returned to the iron pens whence, with other girls, considered to be of inferior value, she will be sold at a price in one of the smaller markets, perhaps even in a minor city. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 57 

On the other side of the belt, there hung a slave goad, rather like the tarn goad, except that it is designed to be used as an instrument for the control of human beings rather than tarns. It was, like the tarn goad, developed jointly by the Caste of Physicians and that of the Builders, the Physicians contributing knowledge of the pain fibers of human beings, the networks of nerve endings, and the Builders contributing certain principles and techniques developed in the construction and manufacture of energy bulbs. Unlike the tarn goad which has a simple on-off switch in the handle, the slave goad works with both a switch and a dial, and the intensity of the charge administered can be varied from an infliction which is only distinctly unpleasant to one which is instantly lethal. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 84 

Two smiths were in the room. There was a guard talking with the smiths. There was also a man in the green of the Caste of Physicians, standing at one side, writing notes on a slip of record paper. He was a large man, smooth-shaven. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 124 

Flaminius then stood up and faced us. He was instantly again the Physician, cool and professional. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 136 

Elizabeth would sometimes, in these weeks, come back to the compartment and relate, with amusement, the subtle exchanges between Phyllis and Flaminius. In her opinion, and perhaps rightly, the positions of both were subtle combinations of truths and half-truths; Phyllis seemed to regard men and women as unimportant differentiations off a sexless, neuter stock, whereas Flaminius argued for a position in which women were hardly to be recognized as belonging to the human species. I expect both, and I am certain that Flaminius, recognized the errors and exaggerations of their own position, but neither was concerned with the truth; both were concerned only with victory, and pleasing themselves. At any rate, to my satisfaction, but Elizabeth’s irritation, Flaminius commonly had the best of these exchanges, producing incredibly subtle, complex arguments, quoting supposedly objectively conducted studies by the Caste of Physicians, statistics, the results of tests, and what not. Phyllis, unconvinced, was often reduced to tears and stuttering incoherence. Flaminius, of course, was practiced and skillful in what he was doing, and Phyllis was not difficult to catch and tangle in his well-woven nets of logic and supposed fact. During this time Virginia would usually remain silent, but she would occasionally volunteer a fact, a precedent or event which would support Flaminius’ position, much to the anger of Phyllis. Elizabeth chose, wisely, not to debate with Flaminius. She had her own ideas, her own insights. She had learned on Gor that women are marvelous, but that they are…
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 196 

Flaminius looked at me, with a certain drunken awe. Then he rose in his green quarters tunic and went to a chest in his room, from which he drew forth a large bottle of paga. He opened it and, to my surprise, poured two cups. He took a good mouthful of the fluid from one of the cups, and bolted it down, exhaling with satisfaction. 
“You seem to me, from what I have seen and heard,” I said, “a skilled Physician.” 
He handed me the second cup, though I wore the black tunic. 
“In the fourth and fifth year of the reign of Marlenus,” said he, regarding me evenly, “I was first in my caste in Ar.” 
I took a swallow. 
“Then,” said I, “you discovered paga?” 
“No,” said he. 
“A girl?” I asked. 
“No,” said Flaminius, smiling. “No.” He took another swallow. “I thought to find,” said he, “an immunization against Dar-Kosis.” 
“Dar-Kosis is incurable,” I said. 
“At one time,” said he, “centuries ago, men of my caste claimed age was incurable. Others did not accept this and continued to work. The result was the Stabilization Serums.” 
Dar-Kosis, or the Holy Disease, or Sacred Affliction, is a virulent, wasting disease of Gor. Those afflicted with it, commonly spoken of simply as the Afflicted Ones, may not enter into normal society. They wander the countryside in shroudlike yellow rags, beating a wooden clapping device to warn men from their path; some of them volunteer to be placed in Dar-Kosis pits, several of which lay within the vicinity of Ar, where they are fed and given drink, and are, of course, isolated; the disease is extremely contagious. Those who contract the disease are regarded by taw as dead. 
“Dar-Kosis,” I said, “is thought to be holy to the Priest-Kings, and those afflicted with it to be consecrated to Priest-Kings.” 
“A teaching of Initiates,” said Flaminius bitterly. “There is nothing holy about disease, about pain, about death.” He took another drink. 
“Dar-Kosis,” I said, “is regarded as an instrument of Priest-Kings, used to smite those who displease them.” 
“Another myth of Initiates,” said Flaminius, unpleasantly. 
“But how do you know that?” I queried. 
“I do not care,” said Flaminius, “if it is true or not. I am a Physician.” 
“What happened?” I asked. 
“For many years,” said Flaminius, “and this was even before 10,110, the year of Pa-Kur and his horde, I and others worked secretly in the Cylinder of Physicians. We devoted our time, those Ahn in the day in which we could work, to study, research, test and experiment. Unfortunately, for spite and for gold, word of our work was brought to the High Initiate, by a minor Physician discharged from our staff for incompetence. The Cylinder of Initiates demanded that the High Council of the Caste of Physicians put an end to our work, not only that it be discontinued but that our results to that date be destroyed. The Physicians, I am pleased to say, stood with us. There is little love lost between Physicians and Initiates, even as is the case between Scribes and Initiates. The Cylinder of the High Initiate then petitioned the High Council of the City to stop our work, but they, on the recommendation of Marlenus, who was then Ubar, permitted our work to continue.” Flaminius laughed. “I remember Marlenus speaking to the High Initiate. Marlenus told him that either the Priest-Kings approved of our work or they did not; that if they approved, it should continue; if they did not approve, they themselves, as the Masters of Gor, would be quite powerful enough to put an end to it.” 
I laughed. 
Flaminius looked at me, curiously. “It is seldom,” he said, “that those of the black caste laugh.” 
“What happened then?” I asked. 
Flaminius took another drink, and then he looked at me, bitterly. “Before the next passage hand,” said he, “armed men broke into the Cylinder of Physicians; the floors we worked on were burned; the Cylinder itself was seriously damaged; our work, our records, the animals we used were all destroyed; several of my staff were slain, others driven away.” He drew his tunic over his head. I saw that half of his body was scarred. “These I had from the flames,” said he, “as I tried to rescue our work. But I was beaten away and our scrolls destroyed.” He slipped the tunic back over his head. 
“I am sorry,” I said. 
Flaminius looked at me. He was drunk, and perhaps that is why he was willing to speak to me, only of the black caste. There were tears in his eyes. 
“I had,” he said, “shortly before the fire developed a strain of urts resistant to the Dar-Kosis organism; a serum cultured from their blood was injected in other animals, which subsequently we were unable to infect. It was tentative, only a beginning, but I had hoped I had hoped very much.” 
“The men who attacked the Cylinder,” I said, “who were they?” 
“Doubtless henchmen of Initiates,” said Flaminius. Initiates, incidentally, are not permitted by their caste codes to bear arms; nor are they permitted to injure or kill; accordingly, they hire men for these purposes.
“Were the men not seized?” I asked. 
“Most escaped,” said Flaminius. “Two were seized. These following the laws of the city, were taken for their first questioning to the courts of the High Initiate.” Flaminius smiled bitterly. “But they escaped,” he said. 
“Did you try to begin your work again?” I asked. 
“Everything was gone,” said Flaminius, “the records, our equipment, the animals; several of my staff had been slain; those who survived, in large part, did not wish to continue the work.” He threw down another bolt of Paga. “Besides, said he, “the men of Initiates, did we begin again, would only need bring torches and steel once more.” 
“So what did you do?” I asked. 
Flaminius laughed. “I thought how foolish was Flaminius,” he said. “I returned one night to the floors on which we had worked. I stood there, amidst the ruined equipment, the burned walls. And I laughed. I realized then that I could not combat the Initiates. They would in the end conquer.” 
“I do not think so,” I said. 
“Superstition,” said he, “proclaimed as truth, will always conquer truth, ridiculed as superstition.” 
“Do not believe it,” I said. 
“And I laughed,” said Flaminius, “and I realized that what moves men is greed, and pleasure, and power and gold, and that I, Flaminius, who had sought fruitlessly in my life to slay one disease, was a fool.” 
“You are no fool,” said I. 
“No longer,” said he. “I left the Cylinder of Physicians and the next day took service in the House of Cernus, where I have been for many years. I am content here. I am well paid. I have much gold, and some power, and my pick of Red Silk Girls. What man could ask for more?” 
“Flaminius,” I said. 
He looked at me, startled. Then he laughed and shook his head. “No,” said he, “I have learned to despise men. That is why this is a good house for me.” He looked at me, drunkenly, with hatred. “I despise men!” he “That is why I drink with you.” 
I nodded curtly, and turned to leave. 
“One thing more to this little story,” said Flaminius. lifted the bottle to me. 
“What is that?” I asked. 
“At the games on the second of En’Kara, in the of Blades,” said he, “I saw the High Initiate, Complicius Serenus.” 
“So?” said I. 
“He does not know it,” said Flaminius, “nor will he learn for perhaps a year.” 
“Learn what?” I asked. 
Flaminius laughed and poured himself another drink. “That he is dying of Dar-Kosis,” he said. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 265 - 269 

“I will call one of the Caste of Physicians,” I whispered to her. Surely Flaminius, drunk, might still be in the house. 
“No,” she said, reaching for my hand. 
“Why have you done this?” I cried in anger. 
She looked at me in mild surprise. “Kuurus,” she said, calling me by the name by which she had known me in the house. “It is you, Kuurus.” 
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.” 
“I did not wish to live longer as a slave,” she said. 
I wept. 
“Tell Ho-Tu,” she said, “that I love him.” 
I sprang to my feet and ran to the door. “Flaminius!” I cried. “Flaminius!” 
A slave running past stopped on my command. “Fetch Flaminius!” I cried. “He must bring blood! Sura must live!” 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 379 - 380 

“Sura is dead,” I told him. 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 383 

Flaminius seemed shaken. He looked to me, and I to him. Flaminius looked down. 
“You must live,” I said to him. 
“No,” he said. 
“You have work to do,” I told him. “There is a new Ubar in Ar. You must return to your work, your research.” 
“Life is little,” he said. 
“What is death?” I asked him. 
He looked at me. “It is nothing,” he said. 
“If death is nothing,” I said, “then the little that life is must be much indeed.” 
He looked away. “You are a Warrior,” he said. “You have your wars, your battles.” 
“So, too, do you,” said I, “Physician.” 
Our eyes met. 
“Dar-Kosis,” I said, “is not yet dead.” 
He looked away. 
“You must return to your work,” I said. “Men need you.” 
He laughed bitterly. 
“The little that men have,” I said, “is worth your love.” 
“Who am I to care for others?” he asked. 
“You are Flaminius,” I told him, “he who long ago loved men and chose to wear the green robes of the Caste of Physicians.” 
“Long ago,” he said, looking down, “I knew Flaminius.” 
“I,” I said, “know him now.” 
He looked into my eyes. There were tears in his eyes, and in mine. “I loved Sura,” said Flaminius. 
“So, too, did Ho-Tu,” I said. “And so, too, in my way, did I"
“I will not die,” said Flaminius. “I will work.” 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 386 

I had been given the thousand double tarns of gold for the victory in the Ubar’s race. I saw Flaminius briefly in the room of the court. Eight hundred double tarns I gave to him that he might begin well his research once more. 
“Press your own battles,” said I, “Physician.” 
“My gratitude,” said he, “Warrior.” 
“Will there be many who will work with you?” I asked, remembering the dangers of his research, the enmity of the Initiates. 
“Some,” said Flaminius. “Already some eight, of skill and repute, have pledged themselves my aids in this undertaking.” He looked at me. “And the first, who gave courage to them all,” said he, “was a woman, of the Caste of Physicians, once of Treve.” 
“A woman named Vika?” I asked. 
“Yes,” said he, “do you know her?” 
“Once,” said I. 
“She stands high among the Physicians of the city,” he said. 
“You will find her, I think,” I said, “brilliantly worthy as a colleague in your work.” 
Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 398 

I had found that I could stand on the leg. It had been lacerated but none of the long, rough-edged wounds was deep. I would have it soon treated by a physician in my own holding. 
Raiders of Gor Book 6 Page 171 

The building where I would wait on these days was the house of a physician. I was taken through a corridor to a special, rough room, where slaves were treated. There my camisk would be removed. On the first day the physician, a quiet man in the green garments of his caste, examined me, thoroughly. The instruments he used, the tests he performed, the samples he required were not unlike those of Earth. Of special interest to me was the fact that this room, primitive though it might be, was lit by what, in Gorean, is called an energy bulb, an invention of the Builders. I could see neither cords nor battery cases. Yet the room was filled with a soft, gentle, white light, which the physician could regulate by rotating the base of the bulb. Further, certain pieces of his instrumentation were clearly far from primitive. For example, there was a small machine with gauges and dials. In this he would place slides, containing drops of blood and urine, flecks of tissue, a strand of hair. With a stylus he would note readings on the machine, and, on the small screen at the top of the machine, I saw, vastly enlarged, what reminded me of an image witnessed under a microscope. He would briefly study this image, and then make further jottings with his stylus. The guard had strictly forbidden me to speak to the physician, other than to answer his questions, which I was to do promptly and accurately, regardless of their nature. Though the physician was not unkind I felt that he treated me as, and regarded me as, an animal. When I was not being examined, he would dismiss me to the side of the room, where I would kneel, alone, on the boards, until summoned again. They discussed me as though I were not there. 
When he was finished he mixed several powders in three or four goblets, adding water to them and stirring them. These I was ordered to drink. The last was peculiarly foul. 
“She requires the Stabilization Serums,” said the physician. 
The guard nodded. 
“They are administered in four shots,” said the physician. 
He nodded to a heavy, beamed, diagonal platform in a corner of the room. The guard took me and threw me, belly down, on the platform, fastening my wrists over my head and widely apart, in leather wrist straps. He similarly secured my ankles. The physician was busying himself with fluids and a syringe before a shelf in another part of the room, laden with vials. 
I screamed. The shot was painful. It was entered in the small of my back, over the left hip. 
They left me secured to the table for several minutes and then the physician returned to check the shot. There had been, apparently, no unusual reaction. 
I was then freed. 
“Dress,” the physician told me. 
I gratefully donned the camisk, fastening it tightly about my waist with the double-loop of binding fiber. 
I wanted to speak to the physician, desperately. In his house, in this room, I had seen instrumentation which spoke to me of an advanced technology, so different from what I had hitherto encountered in what seemed to me a primitive, beautiful, harsh world. The guard, with the side of the butt of his spear, pressed against my back, and I was thrust from the room. I looked over my shoulder at the physician. He regarded me, puzzled. 
Outside the other four girls and their guard were waiting. I was leashed, given a burden, and, together, we all returned to Targo’s compound. 
I thought I saw a small man, garbed in black, watching us, but I was not sure. 
We returned, similarly, to the physician’s house on the next four days. On the first day I had been examined, given some minor medicines of little consequence, and the first shot in the Stabilization Series. On the second, third and fourth day I received the concluding shots of the series. On the fifth day the physician took more samples. 
“The serums are effective,” he told the guard. 
“Good,” said the guard. 
On the second day, after the shot, I had tried to speak to the physician, in spite of the guard, to beg him for information. 
The guard did not beat me but he slapped me twice, bringing blood to my mouth. Then I was gagged. 
Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 92 - 94 

A physician, in his green robes, hurried past. 
Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 42 

Rim, from his own pouch, handed up to her a tiny steel half crescent, ground from the blade of a shaving knife. Part of it, wrapped in physician’s tape, was bent and fitted behind her two fingers. The blade, as it projected from between her two fingers, was almost invisible. 
“Master?” asked Tina. 
I got to my feet, determined not to be fooled. But when Tina stumbled against me, before I realized it, neatly, the purse strings had been cut. 
Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 98 

I wondered, too, on the nature of my affliction. I had had the finest wound physicians on Gor brought to attend me, to inquire into its nature. They could tell me little. Yet I had learned there was no damage in the brain, nor directly to the spinal column. The men of medicine were puzzled. The wounds were deep, and severe, and would doubtless, from time to time, cause me pain, but the paralysis, given the nature of the injury, seemed to them unaccountable. 
Then one more physician, unsummoned, came to my door. 
“Admit him,” I had said. 
“He is a renegade from Turia, a lost man.” had said Thurnock. 
“Admit him,” I had said. 
“It is Iskander,” whispered Thurnock. 
I knew well the name of Iskander of Turia. I smiled. He remembered well the city that had exiled him, keeping still its name as part of his own. It had been many years since he had seen its lofty walls. He had, in the course of his practice in Turia, once given treatment outside of its walls to a young Tuchuk warrior, whose name was Kamchak. For this aid given to an enemy, he had been exiled. He had come, like many, to Port Kar. He had risen in the city, and had been for years the private physician to Sullius Maximus, who had been one of the five Ubars, presiding in Port Kar prior to the assumption of power by the Council of Captains. 
Sullius Maximus was an authority on poetry, and gifted in the study of poisons. When Sullius Maximus had fled the city, Iskander had remained behind. He had even been with the fleet on the 25th of the Se’Kara. Sullius Maximus, shortly after the decision of the 25th of Se’Kara, had sought refuge in Tyros, and had been granted it. 
“Greetings, Iskander,” I had said. 
“Greetings, Bosk of Port Kar,” he had said. 
The findings of Iskander of Turia matched those of the other physicians, but, to my astonishment, when he had replaced his instruments in the pouch slung at his shoulder, he said,” The wounds were given by the blades of Tyros.” 
“Yes,” I said,” they were.” 
“There is a subtle contaminant in the wounds,” he said. 
“Are you sure?” I asked. 
“I have not detected it,” he said. “But there seems no likely explanation.” 
“A contaminant?” I asked. 
“Poisoned steel,” he said. 
I said nothing. 
“Sullius Maximus,” he said, “is in Tyros.” 
“I would not have thought Sarus of Tyros would have used poisoned steel,” I said. 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. 
Iskander shrugged. 
“Sullius Maximus,” he said, “invented such a drug. He tested it, by pin pricks, on the limbs of a captured enemy, paralyzing him from the neck down. He kept him seated at his right side, as a guest in regal robes, for more than a week. When he tired of the sport he had him killed.” 
“Is there no antidote?” I asked. 
“No,” said Iskander. 
“Then there is no hope,” I said. 
“No,” said Iskander, “there is no hope.” 
“Perhaps it is not the poison.” I said. 
“Perhaps,” said Iskander. 
“Thurnock,” said I, “give this physician a double tarn, of gold.” 
“No,” said Iskander, “I wish no payment.” 
“Why not?” I asked. 
“I was with you,” he said,” on the 25th of Se’Kara.” 
“I wish you well, Physician,” I said. 
“I wish you well, too, Captain,” said he, and left. 
Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 17 - 18 

“Let me smell it,” said she. 
“It is nothing, lady,” I whined, “though among the highest born and most beautiful of the women of the Physicians it is much favored.” 
Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 112 

Samos looked at me, quickly. Then to one of those at the table, one who wore the garments of the physicians, he said, “Obtain the message.” 
. . . 
The member of the caste of physicians, a laver held for him in the hands of another man, put his hands on the girl’s head. She closed her eyes. 
. . . 
The physician lifted the girl’s long dark hair, touching the shaving knife to the back of her neck. Her head was inclined forward. 
. . . 
“The message girl is ready,” said the man who wore the green of the physicians. He turned to the man beside him; he dropped the shaving knife into the bowl, wiped his hands on a towel. 
The girl, bound, knelt between the guards. There were tears in her eyes. Her head had been shaved, completely. She had no notion what had been written there. Illiterate girls are chosen for such messages. Originally her head had been shaved, and the message tattooed into the scalp. Then, over months, her hair had been permitted to regrow. 
Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 19 – 23 

“Open your mouth,” said the man. 
I opened my mouth. 
“See?” he said to Melina. He had his fingers in my mouth, opening it widely. “In the back tooth, on the top, on the left,” he said, “a tiny bit of metal.” 
“Physicians can do that,” said Melina. 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 209 

“In the garrison there are one hundred men and five officers,” said Sucha. “There are twenty men who are ancillary personnel, a physician, porters, scribes and such.” 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 256 

The matter, I supposed, was a function of genetic subtleties, and the nature of differing gametes. The serums of stabilization effected, it seemed, the genetic codes, perhaps altering or neutralizing certain messages of deterioration, providing, I supposed, processes in which an exchange of materials could take place while tissue and cell patterns remained relatively constant. Aging was a physical process and, as such, was susceptible to alteration by physical means. All physical processes are theoretically reversible. Entropy itself is presumably a moment in a cosmic rhythm. The physicians of Gor, it seemed, had addressed themselves to the conquest of what had hitherto been a universal disease, called on Gor the drying and withering disease, called on Earth, aging. Generations of intensive research and experimentation had taken place. At last a few physicians, drawing upon the accumulated data of hundreds of investigators, had achieved the breakthrough, devising the first primitive stabilization serums, later to be developed and exquisitely refined. 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 283 

The tall man crouched down beside us, irritably. One of the men with him wore the green of the physicians. The tall man looked at us. As naked female slaves we averted our eyes from his. I smelled the straw. 
“Wrist-ring key,” said the tall man. 
The merchant handed him the key that would unlock the wrist rings. 
“Leave the lamp and withdraw,” said the tall man. The short merchant handed him the lamp and, frightened, left the room. 
The men crouched down and crowded about the auburn-haired girl. I heard them unlock one of her wrist rings. 
“We are going to test you for pox,” he said. The girl groaned. It was my hope that none on board the Clouds of Telnus had carried the pox. It is transmitted by the bites of lice. The pox had appeared in Bazi some four years ago. The port had been closed for two years by the merchants. It had burned itself out moving south and eastward in some eighteen months. Oddly enough some were immune to the pox, and with others it had only a temporary, debilitating effect. With others it was swift, lethal and horrifying. Those who had survived the pox would presumably live to procreate themselves, on the whole presumably transmitting their immunity or relative immunity to their offspring. Slaves who contracted the pox were often summarily slain. It was thought that the slaughter of slaves had had its role to play in the containment of the pox in the vicinity of Bazi. 
“It is not she,” said the physician. He sounded disappointed. This startled me. 
“Am I free of pox, Master?” asked the auburn-haired girl. 
“Yes,” said the physician, irritably. His irritation made no sense to me. 
The tall man then closed the auburn-haired girl’s wrist again in its wrist ring. The men crouched down about me. I shrank back against the wall. My left wrist was removed from its wrist ring and the tall man pulled my arm out from my body, turning the wrist, so as to expose the inside of my arm. 
I understood then they were not concerned with the pox, which had vanished in the vicinity of Bazi over two years ago. 
The physician swabbed a transparent fluid on my arm. Suddenly, startling me, elating the men, there emerged, as though by magic, a tiny, printed sentence, in fine characters, in bright red. It was on the inside of my elbow. I knew what the sentence said, for my mistress, the Lady Elicia of Ar, had told me. It was a simple sentence. It said; “This is she.” It had been painted on my arm with a tiny brush, with another transparent fluid. I had seen the wetness on the inside of my arm, on the area where the arm bends, on the inside of the elbow, and then it had dried, disappearing. I was not even sure the writing had remained. But now, under the action of the reagent, the writing had emerged, fine and clear. Then, only a moment or so later, the physician, from another flask, poured some liquid on a rep-cloth swab, and, again as though by magic, erased the writing. The invisible stain was then gone. The original reagent was then again tried, to check the erasure. There was no reaction. The chemical brand, marking me for the agents with whom the Lady Elicia, my mistress, was associated, was gone. The physician then, with the second fluid, again cleaned my arm, removing the residue of the second application of the reagent. 
The men looked at one another, and smiled. My left wrist was again locked in its wrist ring. 
“Am I free of the pox, Masters?” I asked. 
“Yes,” said the physician. 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 325 - 326 

I lifted the strung beads to the square-jawed man with short, closely cropped white hair. His face was wind-burned and, in each ear, there was a small golden ring. To one side, cross-legged, sat he who was Bosk of Port Kar. Near him, intent, watchful, was Clitus Vitellius. Beside the man before me, the man with white, short-cropped hair, who was Samos of Port Kar, chief among the captains of the Council of Captains of Port Kar, was a slender, gray-eyed man, clad in the green of the caste of physicians. He was Iskander, said once to have been of Turia, the master of many medicines and one reputed to be knowledgeable in certain intricacies of the mind. 
I knelt back on my heels. There were two other slave girls in the room, in slave silk, collared, kneeling to one side, waiting to serve the men, should they desire aught. I was naked, as I had been when I had strung beads for he called Belisarius in a house in Cos. 
Samos put the beads before him on a tiny table. He looked at them, puzzled. 
“Is this all?” he asked. 
“Yes, Master,” I said. 
Iskander, of the physicians, had given me of a strange draft, which I, slave, must needs drink. 
“This will relax you,” he had said, “and induce an unusual state of consciousness. As I speak to you your memory will be unusually clear. You will recall tiny details with precision. Further, you will become responsive to my suggestions.” 
I do not know what the drug was but it seemed truly effective. Slowly, under its influence, and the soothing, but authoritative voice of Iskander, I, responsive to his suggestions, obedient to his commands, began to speak of the house of Belisarius and what had occurred there. I might, in my normal waking state, have recalled much of what had occurred there, even to the words spoken, but, in the unusual state of consciousness which Iskander, by means of his drug and his suggestions, had induced in me even the most trivial details, little things which a waking consciousness would naturally and peremptorily suppress as meaningless, unimportant, were recalled with a lucid, patient fidelity. Notes had been taken by a thin, blond slave girl in a brief, blue tunic, named Luma. Her tunic suggested that she might once have been of the scribes. Her legs were pretty. She knelt close to Bosk of Port Kar. 
“What does it matter,” Samos had asked Iskander, “whether a word is spoken before or after another?” 
“It may matter much,” said Iskander. “It is like the mechanism of the crossbow, the key to a lock. All must be in order; each element must be in place, else the quarrel will not loosen, else the lock will not open.” 
“This seems strange to me,” said Samos. 
“It is strange to you because it is unfamiliar to you,” said Iskander, “but in itself it is no more strange than the mechanism of the crossbow, the mechanism of the lock. What we must do is reconstruct the mechanism, which, in this case is a verbal structure, a dialogue, which will release, or trigger, the salient behavior, the stringing of the beads.” 
“Could she not simply be commanded to recount the order of the beads?” inquired Bosk of Port Kar. 
I could not do so. 
“No,” said Iskander, “she cannot do so, or can only do so imperfectly.” 
“Why?” asked Samos. “Is the drug not sufficient?” 
“The girl has been carefully prepared,” said Iskander. “She is under powerful counter-suggestion in that particular. We might, in time, break through it, but we have no assurance that we would not tap a false memory, set within her mind to deceive or mislead us. What I would suspect we would encounter would be overlays of memories, the true with the false. Our best mode of procedure appears to be to reconstruct the trigger behavior.” 
“You suspect then,” asked Bosk, “that several arrangement orders of beads might be in her memory?” 
“Yes,” said Iskander, “each of which, I suspect, would be correlated with a different message.” 
“We would, thus,” said Bosk, “not know which of the messages was the true message.” 
“Precisely,” said Iskander. “But we do know the trigger sequence will release the crucial message.” 
“Otherwise,” said Bosk, “the intended recipient of the message would also not know which message was the one intended for communication.” 
“Correct.” said Iskander. 
“Proceed then,” said Samos, “in your attempts to reconstruct the trigger, or the key, in this matter.” 
Iskander had then continued his questioning of me. 
I lifted the strung beads to the square-jawed man with short, closely cropped white hair, Samos, of Port Kar. 
I knelt back on my heels. 
Samos put the beads on the small table before him. 
“Is this all?” he asked. 
“Yes, Master,” I said. 
“It is meaningless,” he said. 
“It is the necklace,” said Iskander. “I have done what I can. Should it bear an import, it is up to others to detect it.” 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 381 - 382 

 

“We do not know where he is,” said Bosk. He looked at Iskander, of the Physicians. “If we should be able to seize he who is spoken of as Belisarius, do you think we could derive the cipher key from him?” 
“Perhaps,” said Iskander, “but I suspect that a spoken word, uttered by Belisarius himself, would, by suggestion, remove the cipher key from his mind.” 
“Could the enemy be so subtle?” asked Samos. 
Iskander, of the Physicians, pointed to me. “I think so,” said he. “You see what their power is in such matters.” 
I looked down. 
“Could we, by the use of drugs, obtain it?” asked Samos. 
“Perhaps,” said Iskander, “but presumably we would encounter numerous keys. Who knows?” 
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 386 

The fairs, too, however, have many other functions. For example, they serve as a scene of caste conventions, and as loci for the sharing of discoveries and research. It is here, for example, that physicians, and builders and artisans may meet and exchange ideas and techniques. 
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 44 

On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth. 
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 54 

“Call one of the physicians,” I heard. 
“One is coming,” I heard. 
These voices came from within the booth. 
I bent down and brushed aside the canvas, re-entering the booth. Two men with torches were now there, as well as several others. A man held the merchant in his arms. I pulled aside his robes. The wounds were grievous, but not mortal. 
. . . 
A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant. 
. . . 
When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchant’s wounds, he left. 
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 103 – 104 

A filling found in a tooth is usually a sign of an Earth girl. It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls. 
Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 154 

Two men from the desk of the nearest wharf praetor, he handling wharves six through ten, a scribe and a physician, boarded the ship. The scribe carried a folder with him. He would check the papers of Ulafi, the registration of the ship, the arrangements for wharfage and the nature of the cargo. The physician would check the health of the crew and slaves. Plague, some years ago, had broken out in Bazi, to the north, which port had then been closed by the merchants for two years. In some eighteen months it had burned itself out, moving south and eastward. Bazi had not yet recovered from the economic blow. Schendi’s merchant council, I supposed, could not be blamed for wishing to exercise due caution that a similar calamity did not befall their own port. 
The scribe, with Ulafi, went about his business. I, with the crew members, submitted to the examination of the physician. He did little more than look into our eyes and examine our forearms. But our eyes were not yellowed nor was there sign of the broken pustules in our flesh. 
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 118 

“Bring in the slaves,” said the physician. 
One seaman held Sasi’s rope taut, above the deck ring. Another undid the bowline which fastened the rope to the ring. Shoka, with a hook on a pole, drew Sasi back to the rail. He put aside the pole, and, one hand about her waist, drew her to him, lifting her then over the rail. He placed her on her back on the deck, her ankles still bound, her wrists, still tied, back over her head. 
The physician bent to examine her. 
Shoka then retrieved the pole and extended it outward, to draw the blond-haired girl back to the rail. 
She was very beautiful. Her eyes, briefly, met mine as Shoka lifted her over the rail. He placed her on her back, beside Sasi, her wrists and ankles, like those of Sasi, still tied. Her arms, like Sasi’s, elbows bent, were back and over her head. 
Curious, the physician touched her again, She whimpered, squirming. “She’s a hot one,” said the physician. 
“Yes,” said Ulafi. 
The girl looked at the physician with horror, tears in her eyes. But he completed her examination, looking into her eyes, and examining the interior of her thighs, her belly, and the interior of her forearms, for marks. 
Then the physician stood up. “They are clear,” he said. “The ship is clear. All may disembark.” 
“Excellent,” said Ulafi. 
The scribe noted the physician’s report in his papers and the physician, with a marking stick, initialed the entry. 
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 119 - 120 

I could smell perfumes and their mixings in the long shop behind the counter. There, at various benches, attending to their work, measuring and stirring, were apprentice perfumers. Though one is commonly born into a caste one is often not permitted to practice the caste craft until a suitable apprenticeship has been served. This guarantees the quality of the caste product. It is possible, though it is seldom the case, that members of a caste are not permitted to practice specific caste skills, though they may be permitted to practice subsidiary skills. For example, one who is of the Metalworkers might not be permitted to work iron, but might be permitted to do such things as paint iron, and transport and market it. Caste rights, of course, such as the right to caste support in time of need and caste sanctuary, when in flight, which are theirs by birth, remain theirs. The women of a given caste, it should be noted, often do not engage in caste work. For example, a woman in the Metalworkers does not, commonly, work at the forge, nor is a woman of the Builders likely to be found supervising the construction of fortifications. Caste membership, for Goreans, is generally a simple matter of birth; it is not connected necessarily with the performance of certain skills, nor the attainment of a given level of proficiency in such skills. To be sure, certain skills tend to be associated traditionally with certain castes, a fact which is clearly indicated in caste titles, such as the Leatherworkers, the Metalworkers, the Singers, and the Peasants. A notable exception to the generalization that women of a given caste normally do not engage in caste work is the caste of Physicians, whose women are commonly trained, as are the boys, in the practice of medicine. Even the physicians, however, normally do not admit their women to full practice until they have borne two children. The purpose of this is to retain a high level of intelligence in the caste. Professional women, it is well understood, tend not to reproduce themselves, a situation which, over time, would be likely to produce a diminution in the quality of the caste. Concern for the future of the caste is thus evinced in this limitation by the physicians on the rights of their women to participate without delay in the caste craft. The welfare of the caste, typically, takes priority in the Gorean mind over the ambitions of specific individuals. The welfare of a larger number of individuals, as the Goreans reason, correctly or incorrectly, is more important than the welfare of a smaller number of individuals. I do not argue this. I only report it. 
“My thanks, Lady Teela,” said Turbus Veminius, proprietor of the shop, accepting coins and handing to a robed woman a tiny vial of perfume. She then left. 
The woman of the Physicians, at the age of fifteen, in many cities, wears two bracelets on her left wrist. When she has one child one bracelet is removed; when she has a second child the second bracelet is removed. She may then, if she desires, enter into the full practice of her craft. Turbus Veminius then turned his attention to another customer. 
Caste is important to the Gorean in ways that are difficult to make clear to one whose social structures do not include the relationships of caste. In almost every city, for example, one knows that there will be caste brothers on whom one may depend. Charity, too, for example, is almost always associated with caste rights on Gor. One of the reasons there are so few outlaws on Gor is doubtless that the outlaw, in adopting his way of life, surrenders caste rights. The slave, too, of course, has no caste rights. He stands outside the structure of society. He is an animal. It is said on Gor that only slaves, outlaws and Priest-Kings, rumored to be the rulers of Gor, reputed to live in the remote Sardar Mountains, are without caste. This saying, however, it might be pointed out, as Goreans recognize, is not strictly true. For example, some individuals have lost caste, or been deprived of caste; some individuals have been born outside of caste; certain occupations are not traditionally associated with caste, such as gardening, domestic service and herding; and, indeed, there are entire cultures and peoples on Gor to whom caste is unknown. Similarly, caste lines tend sometimes to be vague, and the relation between castes and subcastes. Slavers, for example, sometimes think of themselves as being of the Merchants, and sometimes as being a separate caste. They do have their own colors, blue and yellow, those of the Merchants being white and gold. Too, are the bargemen of the Southern Cartius a caste or not? They think of themselves as such, but many do not see the matter in the same light. There are, on Gor, it might be mentioned, ways of raising and altering caste, but the Gorean seldom avails himself of these. To most Goreans it would be unthinkable to alter caste. He is generally too proud of his caste and it is too much a part of him for him to think in such terms. It is, too, recognized that all, or most, of the castes perform necessary, commendable or useful functions. The Leatherworker, accordingly, does not spend much time envying the Metalworker, or the Metalworker the Leatherworker, or either the Clothworker, and so on. All need sandals and wallets, and clothes, and metal tools. Each does, however, tend to think of his own caste as something special, and, somehow, I suspect, as being perhaps a little bit preferable to the others. Most Goreans are quite content with their castes; this is probably a function of caste pride. I have little doubt but what the caste structure contributes considerably to the stability of Gorean society. Among other things it reduces competitive chaos, social and economic, and prevents the draining of intelligence and ambition into a small number of envied, prestigious occupations. If one may judge by the outcome of Kaissa tournaments, amateur tournaments as opposed to those in which members of the caste of Players participate, there are brilliant men in most castes. 
Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 209 - 211 

I yanked the fellow by the neck leash of twisted cloth to his feet. I thrust the silver tarsk into his mouth, so that he could not speak. “Seek a physician,” I told him. “Have your wrist attended to. It appears to be broken. Do not be in Victoria by morning.” I then turned him about and, hurrying him with a well-placed kick, sent him running, awkwardly, painfully, whimpering and stumbling, from the dock. 
Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 156 

A familiar bit of advice given by bold Gorean physicians to free women who consult them about their frigidity is, to their scandal, “Learn slave dance.” Another bit of advice, usually given to a free woman being ushered out of his office by a physician impatient with her imaginary ailments is, “Become a slave.” Frigidity, of course, is not accepted in slaves. If nothing else, it will be beaten out of their beautiful hides by whips. 
Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 260 

In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the “second wine.” 
Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 319 

As a child I had had some fillings in the molar area, on lower left side. 
“They are common in barbarians,” said the first man. 
“Yes,” said Durbar. “But, those of the caste of physicians do such things. I have seen them in some Gorean girls.” 
Kajira of Gor Book 19 Page 258 

“I do not think so,” I said. “I do not want to be a man. I want to be a woman. My anger, my frustration, is motivated, I think, not by their manhood, and that I am not a man, as seems to be the case almost universally with the women you despise, if we can believe physicians in the matter, but rather by their lack of manhood, which denies me as well as them, which keeps me from being a full woman.” 
Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 57 – 58 

“Let us have the attestation!” cried Mirus, forcing the two fellows apart. 
Tamirus approached me. He wore green robes. I did not know at that time but this indicated he was of the caste of physicians. That is a high caste. If I had known he was of high caste I might have been a great deal more frightened than I was. Most Goreans take caste very seriously. It is apparently one of the socially stabilizing forces on Gor. It tends to reduce the dislocations, disappointments and tragedies inherent in more mobile structures, in which men are taught that they are failures if they do not manage to make large amounts of money or excel in one of a small number of prestigious professions. The system also helps to keep men of energy and high intelligence in a wide variety of occupations, this preventing the drain of such men into a small number of often artificially desiderated occupations, this tending then to leave lesser men, or frustrated men, to practice other hundreds of arts the survival and maintenance of which are important to a superior civilization. Provisions for changing caste exist on Gor, but they are seldom utilized. Most Goreans are proud of their castes and the skills appropriate to them. Such skills, too, tend to be appreciated by other Goreans, and are not looked down on. My virginity had been checked at various times. Teibar had done it on Earth, in the library; it had been done in the house of my training, shortly after I had arrived there; it had been done outside Brundisium, by the wholesaler there, and in Market of Semris twice, once when I had arrived there, by the men of Teibar of Market of Semris, and once before I had left, by Hendow’s man. It had also been checked when I had arrived here, and again, this afternoon, before I had been bedecked in these beads I wore, slave beads. 
“How are you, my dear?” asked Tamirus. 
“Very good, Master,” I said. “Thank you, Master.” 
“On your back, idiot,” said Tupita. 
I looked at her, angrily. 
By the leashes, pulling up and twisting, to my surprise, handling me quite easily, with surprising expertness, she and Sita pulled me up, half on my feet, and then brought me back, gasping, off balance, and lowered me to my back. I had not realized their skill, nor how easily I could he controlled by the two leashes. There are many tricks, of course, with leashes, in the management of slaves. Tupita held down my right wrist, and Sita my left wrist. 
“Throw your legs apart or we will do this differently,” said Tupita. 
I obeyed, on my back, on the dancing floor. There are various attitudes in which the virginity of a girl may be checked. The least embarrassing to her is probably this one. 
Tamirus was careful with me, and gentle. He checked twice, delicately. 
“Thank you, Master,” I said to him, gratefully. 
He stood up. “It is as certified by the house of Hendow,” he said. “The slave is a virgin.” 
Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 186 - 187 

“I know those you mean,” he said. “No, they were the stabilization serums. We give them even to slaves.” 
“What are they?” I asked. 
“You do not know?” he asked. 
“No,” I said. 
“They are a discovery of the caste of physicians,” he said. “They work their effects on the body.” 
“What is their purpose?” I asked. 
“Is there anything in particular which strikes you generally, statistically, about the population of Gor?” he asked. 
“Their vitality, their health, their youth,” I said. 
“Those are consequences of the stabilization serums,” he said. 
“I do not understand,” I said. 
“You will retain your youth and beauty, curvaceous slave,” he said. “That is the will of masters.” 
“I do not understand,” I said, frightened. 
“Ageing,” he said, “is a physical process, like any other. It is, accordingly, accessible to physical influences. To be sure, it is a subtle and complex process. It took a thousand years to develop the stabilization serums. Our physicians regarded ageing as a disease, the drying, withering disease, and so attacked it as a disease. They did not regard it as, say, a curse, or a punishment, or something inalterable or inexplicable, say, as some sort of destined, implacable fatality. No. They regarded it as a physical problem, susceptible to physical approaches. Some five hundred years ago, they developed the first stabilization serums.” 
Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 472 - 473 

One hires a warrior for one thing, one hires a scribe for another. One does not expect a scribe to know the sword. Why, then, should one expect the warrior to know the pen? An excellent example of this sort of thing is the caste of musicians which has, as a whole, resisted many attempts to develop and standardize a musical notation. Songs and melodies tend to be handed down within the caste, from one generation to another. If something is worth playing, it is worth remembering, they say. On the other hand, I suspect that they fear too broad a dissemination of the caste knowledge. Physicians, interestingly, perhaps for a similar reason, tend to keep records in archaic Gorean, which is incomprehensible to most Goreans. Many craftsmen, incidentally, keep such things as formulas for certain kinds of glass and alloys, and manufacturing processes, generally, in cipher. Merchant law has been unsuccessful, as yet, in introducing such things as patents and copyrights on Gor. Such things do exist in municipal law on Gor but the jurisdictions involved are, of course, local. 
Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 394

Record Keeping 

"On the other hand, I suspect that they fear too broad a dissemination of the Caste knowledge. Physicians, interestingly, perhaps for a similar reason, tend to keep records in archaic Gorean, which is incomprehensible to most Goreans." Magicians of Gor pg. 394

Position of the Physician Caste

 "How is leadership determined in these cities? ..."Rulers are chosen from any High Caste." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 42

"The High Castes in a given city, elect an administrator and council for stated terms." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 42

"The High Castes, specifically the Warriors, Builders, Scribes, Initiates, and Physicians." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 41

"The tier nearest the floor, which denoted some preferential status, the white tier, was occupied by the Initiates, interpreters of the will of Priest Kings. In order, the ascending tiers, blue, yellow, green, and red were occupied by representatives of the Scribes, Builders, Physicians, and Warriors." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 62

Birth right

"The Caste structure is relatively immobile, but is not frozen, and depends on more than birth. For example, if a child in his schooling shows that he can raise Caste, as the expression is, he is permitted to do so. But, similarly, if a child does not show the aptitude expected of his Caste, whether it be, say, that of the Physician or Warrior, he is lowered in Caste." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 42

"I knew that the Gorean Caste lines though largely following birth were not inflexible, and that a man who did not care for his Caste might be allowed by the High Council of his city, an approval usually contingent on his qualifications for the work of another Caste and the willingness of the members of the new Caste to accept him as a Caste Brother." Priest Kings of Gor pg. 71

Compassion

 "He had in the course of his practice in Turia once given treatment outside the walls to a young Tuchuk warrior, whose name was Kamchak, for this aid given an enemy he had been exiled." Marauders of Gor pg. 18

"Perhaps it was because he could not stand pain that he remained a member of the Caste of Physicians." Priest Kings of Gor pg. 71

"Perhaps he always wanted to stop suffering even that of animal or slave." Priest Kings of Gor pg. 71

"You are Flaminius, he who had long ago loved men and chosen to wear the green robes of the Caste of Physicians." Assassins of Gor pg. 386

Medical Technology

" Be that as it may, the Priest Kings have limited man severely on this planet in many respects, notably in weaponry, communication, and transportation. On the other hand, the brilliance which men might have turned to destructive channels was then diverted, almost of necessity, to other fields, most notably medicine" Assassin of Gor pg. 30

"On the other hand, you will learn that in lighting, shelter, agricultural techniques, and medicine, for example, the Mortals, or Men Below the Mountains, are relatively advanced." Tarnsman of Gor pg. 31

"On the first day the Physician, a quiet man in the green garments of his Caste, examined me, thoroughly. The instruments he used, the tests he performed, the samples he required were not unlike those of Earth. Further, certain pieces of his instrumentation were clearly far from primitive. For example, there was a small machine with gauges and dials. In this he would place slides, containing drops of blood and urine, flecks of tissue, a strand of hair. with a stylus he would note readings on the machine, and on a small screen at the top of the machine, I saw, vastly enlarged, what reminded me of an image witnessed under a microscope." Captive of Gor pg. 92-93

"The ointment will soon be absorbed," she said , "In a few minutes there will be no trace of it nor of the cuts." "The Physicians of Treve," I said, "have marvelous medicines" "It is an ointment of Priest Kings," she said." Priest Kings of Gor pg. 64

Medical Training

"I was pleased that she would go to Ar, where she, though a woman, might learn the craft of medicine under the masters appointed by Kazrak.   Priest Kings of Gor pg. 306

"Though one is commonly born into a Caste one is often not permitted to practice the caste craft until a suitable apprenticeship has been served." Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 209

Practice of Free Women

"A notable exception to the generalization that woman of a Caste normally do not engage in Caste work is the Caste of Physicians, whose women are commonly trained, as are the boys, in the practice of medicine. Even the Physicians however, normally do not admit their women to full practice until they have borne two children." Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 210

"The women of the Physicians, at the age of fifteen, in many cities, wear two bracelets on her left wrist. When has one child one bracelet is removed; when she has a second child the second bracelet is removed. She may then, if she desires, enter into the full practice of her craft." Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 210

Slaves in the Caste

"Free Women, and even some Turian slave girls, went to and fro, bringing water and, here and there, where there was point in it, binding wounds." Nomads of Gor pg. 263

"In the eyes of Goreans and Gorean Law. The slave is an animal. she has no name, save what her Master might choose to call her. She is without Caste. She is without citizenship." Hunters of Gor pg. 148-149

"I have not mentioned, either , slaves with professional competences, such as medicine or law." Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 165

"One of the humans by the wall, a girl knelt by him, holding a cloth, trying to stanch the bleeding. It was Vika! ..."Quick Cabot! " "I must make a tourniquet! " "Vika took the cloth from the wound and ripping it and using a small steel bar from the sheared wall, quickly fashioned a tourniquet wrapping it securely about the remains of the mans arm. The Physicians daughter did the work swiftly, expertly." Priest Kings of Gor pg. 245

" I had lain in pain and fever in my cabin, in the small stern castle of the Tesephone. It seemed that Sheera had cared for me, and that is the fitful wakings, I had seen her face, intent above mine, and felt her hand and a warmth, and sponging at side." Hunters of Gor pg. 249

Slaves and medical instruments

"Beside her on the floor, rested a laver of polished bronze, filled with water, a towel, and a straight-bladed Gorean shaving knife." "I shivered thinking of the blade and my throat" Priest Kings of Gor pg. 34

"She went and brought pins, tiny scissors, a needle and thread. The alteration of my slave rag was apparently the first order of the days business." Slave girl of Gor pg. 78

Artificial Insemination

"I have never been in the arms of a man before, she said, for the men of Tharna may not touch women. I must have looked puzzled. The Caste of Physicians, she said, under the direction of the High Council of Tharna, arranges these matters." Outlaw of Gor pg. 106

Birth of an Alar baby 

"The tiny baby, not minutes old, with tiny gasps and coughs, still startled and distressed with the sharp, frightful novelty of breathing air, never again to return to the shelter of its mothers body, lost in a chaos of sensation, its eyes not focused, unable scarcely to turn its head from side to side, lay before him. The cord had been cut and tied at its belly. Its tiny legs and arms moved. The the membranes and fluids had been wiped from its small hot red firm body. Then it had been rubbed with animal fat." Mercenaries of Gor pg 46.

Differences between Red Hunter and Red Savage Babies

"Their is (Red Savages) are not born with a blue spot at the base of the spine, as in the case with most of the Red Hunters." Savages of Gor pg 35.

Cleanliness habits of Tahari Mothers resulting in low infant mortality rate. 

"Another habit of nomads, or of nomad mothers, is to frequently bathe small childeren, even if it is only with a cloth and a cup of water. There is a very low infant mortality rate among nomads, in spite of their limited diet and harsh environment." Tribesmen of Gor pg 171.

Comparison of infant nursing habits

"It might be of interest to note that childeren of the nomads are suckled for some eighteen months, which is nearly twice the normal length of time for Earth infants, and half again the normal time for Gorean infants." Tribesmen of Gor pg 170.

Gynecology

(Speaking of the differences in menstration ages between Red Savage and Red Hunters). "Their daughters (Red Savages) menstrate earlier (than Red Hunter daughters)" Savages of Gor pg 35.

"The buyers were also informed that I was `glana' or a virgin. The correlated term is `metaglana,' used to designate the state to which the glana state looks forward, or that which it is regarded as anticipating. Though the word was not used of me I was also `profalarina', which term designates the state preceding, and anticipating, that of `falarina,' the state Goreans seem to think of as that of being a full woman, or, at least, as those of Earth might think of it, one who certainly is no longer a virgin. In both terms, `glana' and `profalarina,' incidentally, it seems that the states they designate are regarded as immature or transitory, state to be succeeded by more fully developed, superior states, those of `metaglana' or `falarina.' Among slaves, not free women, these things are sometimes spoken of along the lines as to whether or not the as been `opened' for the uses of men. Other common terms, used generally of slaves, are `white silk' and `red silk', for s who have not yet been opened, or have been opened, for the uses of men, respectively." Dancer of Gor, pg 128.

Terms referring to the virginity of Free Women.

"Glana denotes the state of virginity and metaglana dentotes the state succeding viginity." Savages of Gor pg 203.

"Another way of drawing distinction is in terms of falarina and profalarina. Profalarina designates the state preceding falarina which is the state of a woman who has been penetrated at least once by a male." Savages pg 203.

Slave wine and the prevention of pregancy.

"Slave wine is bitter intentionally so. Its effect last for more than a Gorean month. I did not wish the females to conceive, A female slave is taken off slave wine only when it is her Masters intention to breed her." Marauders of Gor pg 23,24.

"He proffered me a cup and I with one hand holding the blanket about me with the other drank its contents. It was a foul brew but I downed it. I did not know at the time but it was slave wine. Men sledom breed upon their slave s." Slave of Gor pg 69.

"I held the object before her. She regarded it with dismay, I have already chewed sip root within the moon, she said. She did not need the sip root of course for as she had pointed out she had had some within the moon and indeed the effect of sip root in the raw state in most women is three or four moons." Brothers of Gor pg 319.

Slave wine lasting indefinately

"In the concentrated state as in slave wine developed by the Caste of Physicians the effect ( of sip root ) is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered to a slave in what is called breeding wine or second wine." Brothers of Gor pg 319.

"Have you had your slave wine?" asked Ina. "Yes," I said. This is not really wine, or an alcoholic beverage. It is called slave wine I think for the amusement of the Masters. It is extremely bitter. One draught of the substance is reputed to last until the administration of an appropriate releaser. In spite of this belief however or perhaps in deference to tradition, ing from earlier times, in which, it seems less reliable slave wines were available, doses of this foul stuff are usually administered to female slaves at regular intervals usually once or twice a year. Some s rather cynical ones, I suspect speculate that the Masters give it to them more often than necessary just because they enjoy watching them down the terrible stuff." Dancer of Gor pg 174.

Slave wine makes sense in a slave-holding ure, such as Gor. The breeding of slaves, like any sort of domestic animals, and particularly valuable ones, is carefully controlled. As a slave, of course, I could be bred or crossed, when, and however, my master might see fit. It is the same with other animals. . .
. . . When the is taken to the breeding cell or breeding stall, she is normally hooded. Her selected mate is also hooded. In this fashion personal attachments are precluded. She is not there to know in whose arms she lies, or piteously, and in misery, to fall in love, but to be impregnated. And in accord with the prescribed anonymity of the breeding, as would be expected, the slaves do not speak to one another. They may be slain if they do. Their coupling is public, of course, in the sense that the master, or usually, masters, and sometimes others, whether in an official capacity or not, are present, to make any pertinent payments or determinations. Dancer of Gor, pg. 175

"What is it? I asked, startled. It seemed he had produced this almost by magic. It was a soft, leather botalike flask, drawn from within his tunic. Slave wine he said. Need I drink that? I asked, apprehensively. Unless you have had slave wine, he said, I have no intention of taking you through the streets clad as you are. Suppose you are d. I put the flask, which he had opened, to my lips. Its opening was large enough to drink freely from. It is bitter! I said, touching my lips to it. It is the standard concentration, and dosage, he said, plus a little more, for assurance. Its effect is indefinite, but it is normally renewed annually, primarily for symbolic purposes. I could not believe how bitter it was. I had learned from Susan, whom I had once questioned on the matter, the objectives and nature of slave wine. It is prepared from a derivative of sip root. The formula, too, I had learned, at the insistence of masters and slavers, had been improved by the caste of physicians within the last few years. It was now, for most practical purposes, universally effective. Too, as Drusus Rencius had mentioned, its effects, at least for most practical purposes, lasted indefinitely. Have no fear, said Drusus Rencius. The abatement of its effects is reliably achieved by the ingestion of a releaser." Kajira of Gor pg. 130

Second wine - reversing slave wine.

"The active ingredient of breeding wine or second wine is a derivative of teslik." Blood Brothers of Gor pg 320.

Slave Health

"I was then at the infirmary. I had not known if it would be practical place to hide or not. I found that it was not. There the s lay on wooden pallets, on the ground, chained to them by the wrist, ankles and neck." Vagabonds of gor pg. 456

Examination of Barbarians

"The building where I would wait on these days was the house of a Physician. I was taken through a corridor to a special rough room, where slaves were treated. There my camisk would be removed. On the first day the physician, a quiet man in the green garments of his Caste, examined me, thoroughly. The instruments he used, the tests he performed, the samples he required were not unlike those of Earth. Further ceratin peices of equipment were clearly far from primitive. For example there was a small machine with gauges and dials. In this he would place slides, containing drops of , and , flecks of tissue, a strand of hair. With a stylus he would note readings on the machine, and on the small screen at the top of the machine, I saw vastly enlarged what reminded me of an image witnessed under a microscope. He would breifly study the image, and then make further jottings with his stylus. When he was finished he mixed several powders in three or four goblets, adding water to them and stirring them. These I was ordered to drink. The last was peculiarly foul. She requires the Stabilization Serums, said the Physician." Captive of Gor, pg 92-93

Administration of the Stabilization Serums

"They are administered in four shots, said the Physician. The guard took me and threw me, belly down on the platform, fastening my wrists over my head and widely apart, in leather wrist straps. He similarly secured my ankles. The Physician busying himself with fluids and a syringe before a shelf in another part of the room laden with vials. I screamed. The shot was painful. It was entered in the small of my back, over the left hip. They left me secured on the table for several minutes and then the Physician returned to check the shot. There had been apparently no unusual reaction. On the first day I had been examined, given some minor medicines of little consequence, and the first shot in the Stabilization Series. On the second, third and fourth day I received the concluding shots of the series. On the fifth day the Physician took more samples. The serums are effective, he told the guard." Captive of Gor pg 93-94.

Examination to determine virginity

"Our Physicians ascertained, said he. That she is only a red silk girl." Assassin of Gor, pg 45

"Tamirus approached me. He wore green robes. I did not know at that time but this indicated he was of the Caste of Physicians. Throw your legs apart or we will do this differently. Tamirus was careful with me and gentle. He checked twice delicately. It is certified by the House of Hendow, he said, the slave is a virgin. Tamirus was signing a paper He replaced the pen in the inkhorn, which closed the horn, shook the paper a bit and held it up. A fellow near him handed it to Mirus. Here is the signed attestation, said Mirus" Dancer of Gor pg 188.

"The buyers were also informed that I was `glana' or a virgin. The correlated term is `metaglana,' used to designate the state to which the glana state looks forward, or that which it is regarded as anticipating. Though the word was not used of me I was also `profalarina', which term designates the state preceding, and anticipating, that of `falarina,' the state Goreans seem to think of as that of being a full woman, or, at least, as those of Earth might think of it, one who certainly is no longer a virgin. In both terms, `glana' and `profalarina,' incidentally, it seems that the states they designate are regarded as immature or transitory, state to be succeeded by more fully developed, superior states, those of `metaglana' or `falarina.' Among slaves, not free women, these things are sometimes spoken of along the lines as to whether or not the as been `opened' for the uses of men. Other common terms, used generally of slaves, are `white silk' and `red silk', for s who have not yet been opened, or have been opened, for the uses of men, respectively." Dancer of Gor, pg 128.

Description of slave virginity 

"Such expressions ( refering to falarina / profalarina and glana / metaglana ) are commonly to be spoken of and by Free Persons. They are not to be applied to slaves anymore than to a tarsk sow. You were white silk now you are red silk." Savages of Gor, pg 205.

Opening a slave that is spasmodic

"If you should prove unusual in some respect, although this is extremely rare, I said. We can tomorrow, grind one of Grunts trading knives into a lancet, I understand. She shuddered. This seemed to me better than leaving the matter to the red savages. They tend to be impatient in such respects, even with their own women. A homemade lancet, sterilized in boiling water, seemed preferable to a sharpened kailiauk bone or a whittled lodge peg." Savages of Gor, pg 173.

Whipping of slaves - Tending to the wounds physical and mental

"I knew that twenty blows of that fearsome whip could kill some men." Fighting Slave of Gor, pg 207.

"Return him to his kennel, she said. Put balm on his wounds." Fighting Slave of Gor, pg 207.

"Sometimes, said Flaminius, shock cannot be so easliy prevented. Indeed sometimes the lash itself drives the into shock. Then sedations and are called for." Assassin of Gor pg 128.

Use of medications to control the stomach and bowels of slaves 

"Some slaves I have 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." Dancer of Gor, pg 238

Miscellaneous

"Free Women, and even some Turian slaves, went to and fro, bringing water and, here and there, where there was point in it, binding wounds."  Nomads of Gor pg. 263

"The river and forests teemed with life. Fibrous, medicinal, and timber resources alone seemed inexhaustible. A new world, untrapped, beautiful, dangerous, was opened by the river. I think it would be impossible to overestimate its importance." Explorers of Gor pg. 383

Codes of the Physician Caste

It is little wonder then that the cities of Gor support and welcome the fairs. Sometimes they provide a common ground on which territorial and commercial disputes may be amicably resolved without loss of honor, plenipotentiaries of warring cities having apparently met by among the silken pavilions. Further, members of castes such as the Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile. "Priest-Kings of Gor" pg. 9

"A physician entered the booth with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the wounds (dagger stab wounds) he left. The scribe paid the physician a tarsk bit."Beasts of Gor pg. 104

"Take the to the pens, said Samos to the guards. With needles remove the message from her scalp."Tribesmen of Gor pg. 24

Gorean Physician's recommendation to Free Women that consult them about frigidity 

 "A familiar bit of advice given by bold Gorean Physicians to Free Women who consult them about their frigidity is, to their scandal, Learn slave dance. Another bit of advice, usually given to a Free Woman being ushered out of his office by a Physician impatient with her imaginary ailments is, Become a slave."Guardsman of Gor pg. 260

Public Health Section

"In another area boiled meat hung on ropes. Insects swarmed about it."Beasts of Gor pg 63

"Further, of course, a body in the Tahari decomposes with great slowness. The flesh of a desert tabuk which dies in the desert, perhaps seperated from its heard, and unable to find water, if undisturbed by salivary juices of predators, remains edible for several days."Tribesmen of Gor pg. 117

Operating Room

"I looked about the room, turning my head painfully, and saw that the room was some sort of operating chamber, filled with instrumentation, with racks of delicate tongs and knives. In one corner there was a large drumlike machine with a pressurized door which might have been a sterilizer."
Priest Kings of Gor pg. 253

Neurosurgery

"Who has done this? I asked. I, said Parp. The operation is not as difficult as you might expect and I have performed it many times. He is a member of the Caste of Physicians, said Kusk, and his manual dexterity is superior even to that of Priest Kings."
Priest Kings of Gor pg. 254

" you are seeing through the eyes of an Implanted One, said Sarm. I gasped. Sarm's antennae curled. Yes, he said, the pupil of his eyes have been replaced with lenses and a control net and transmitting device have been fused with his brian tissue. He himself is now unconscious for the control net is activated. Later we will allow him to rest, and he will see and hear and think again for himself. ...Can he disobey you? I asked. Sometimes there is a struggle to resist the net or regain consciousness, said Sarm. Could a man so resist you that he could throw off the power of the net? I doubt it, said Sarm, unless the net were faulty. If it could be done, I said, what would you do? It is a simple matter, said Sarm, to overload the net's power capacity. You would kill the man? It is only a human, said Sarm." Preist Kings of Gor pg. 136 - 137

Advancement, medical:

 "Thirdly," said the young man," I would like to call your attention to certain medical, or biological, advances, or, at any rate, capabilities, which exist on this supposed world."

"I thought your supposed world was primitive," said the older woman.

"In certain respects, so, in others, not," said the young man. "The particular advance, or capability, I have in mind may be of some interest to you. Let me begin, first of all, by reminding you that certain areas of technology, of investigation, and such, were denied to humans on our supposed world. The energies then which might have been plied into certain channels, those of weapons, electronic communication, mass transportation, large-scale industrial machinery, and such, were diverted into other channels, for example, into the medical, or biological, sciences. In short, the supposed world, whose existence I should like you to entertain for the moment as a possibility, is, in some respects, far advanced over that with which you are most familiar. For example, on the supposed world aging was understood over a thousand years ago not as an inevitability but, in effect, as a disease and, accordingly, it was investigated as such. Clearly it is a physical process and, like other physical processes, it would be subject to various conditions, conditions susceptible to manipulation, or alteration, in various ways." (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, pages 66-67)

Contraceptives:

"While we are on such matters," he said, "I would suppose that it was explained to you that you will later be given a particular drink, the name of which is unimportant now, which will temporarily, but indefinitely, preclude any possibility of biological conception on your part?"

"Yes," she said. "But I fail to understand the need for such a drink. I myself can manage such things. I am the mistress of my own body."

He smiled.

"Was it also explained to you that there is another drink, one which one might think of as a releaser of sorts, which will not only restore your possibility of conception, but ready you for it, indeed, prime you for it, so to speak?" (Prize of Gor, Chapter 7, page 95)

Slave Wine and Sweet Wine/Releaser:

"Have you had your slave wine?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. She shuddered. She had been knelt and held, her head forced back, and cruelly held so by the hair, and her mouth forced open, and the spike of the wooden funnel forced between her teeth. Then the wretched, foul stuff was poured into mouth, her nostrils at the same time being pinched tightly shut. When she had to breathe she must imbibe the slave wine. Afterwards her hands were tied behind her, that she might not induce its vulgar emission.

"You cannot now conceive," he told her. "If a releaser, as one speaks of it, is later administered, which is a quite sweet, flavorful drink I am told, you will again be able to conceive. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, page 142)

"Slave wine," which, as administered to slaves, is terribly bitter, from the sip root, found in the Barrens, precluded conception. The "releaser," which is commonly syrupy, and sweet, nullifies the effects of the "slave wine." It is commonly administered to a slave after masters have agreed upon a crossing, and she is to be bred. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, page 350)

Dentistry:

Fillings, or lack thereof:

 

"Open your mouth," said the father. "Widely."

"See," said the father, "those tiny bits of metal in the teeth. Not all barbarians have them, but  many do."

"What is their purpose?" asked the boy.

"I do not know," said the father. "Perhaps, it, too, is a slave marking device. Perhaps it serves for purposes of identification."

"I think," said Targo, who had lingered about, and had now wandered back, hopefully, "that it is rather connected with a puberty ceremony, a primitive rite, like the facial scarring of the Wagon Peoples."

"That is interesting," said the father. "Perhaps it is both."

"Perhaps," granted Targo, generously, abandoning logic as socially inexpedient. After all, why should he risk alienating a possible customer. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, pages 461-462)

Leeches:

These creatures are utilized in some manner by the caste of physicians, not for indiscriminate bleeding as once on Earth, but for certain allied chemical and decoagulant purposes. (leeches) (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, page 655) 

Menstrual Cycle:

"You bled, as I understand it," he said.

"Yes," she said.

When this had happened she had cried out, and had been alarmed, not understanding what had occurred, it had been so long, and so unexpected. But the women who were now her teachers, three of them, different from before, only one of whom spoke English, and that a broken English, had laughed at her, thinking she must be very stupid. But they had found her water and cloths, that she might clean her leg, and a rag which she might insert into her body. They made her clean the floor of the cell. After all, it was she who had soiled it. Perhaps, surprisingly, the flow had not been negligible, at all, as one might have expected, it beginning again, but had been abundant. She wondered if, while she had been unconscious, it, or things associated with it, had begun again, only she would not then have been aware of such changes in her body. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 7, pages 94-95) 

Stabilization Serums

"Let us return briefly to those medical advances I mentioned earlier, those developed on Gor, or, as it is sometimes spoken of, the Antichthon, the Counter-Earth. Among these advances, or capabilities, if you prefer, are the Stabilization Serums. These ensure pattern stability, the stability of organic patterns, without degradation, despite the constant transformation of cells in the body. As you probably know, every seven years or so, every cell in your body, with the exception of the neural cells, is replaced. The continuity of neural cells guarantees the viability of memory, extending back, beyond various seven-year periods. The Stabilization Serums, in effect, arrest aging, and, thus, preserve youth. Further, the Stabilization Serums also freshen and rejuvenate neural tissue. In this way, one avoids the embarrassment of a declining brain incongruously ensconced in a youthful body. That feature represents an improvement over the original serums and dates from something like five hundred years ago." (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, page 71)

She thought that many men might have preferred her at twenty-eight, the age when she had first met her

master, he then a student in one of her courses. On the other hand, most Gorean slave girls, she had gathered, were as though in their early twenties. Most of the older women, she gathered, had been returned to that point and stabilized there. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 11, pages 211-212)

Stabilization Serums – reverse aging:

"There has been a new development in the Stabilization Serums, or, better, I suppose, serums rather analogous to the Stabilization Serums, a development which has occurred in my own lifetime, indeed, within the last few years," he said. "In this development, though there are dangers associated with it, and it is not always effective, it is often possible to reverse the typical aging process, to an earlier point, and then stabilize it at that point." (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, pages 72-73)

"How long does the treatment take?" she asked.

"It varies," he said. "But it will take several days. Such things take time. Indeed, much of the time, while the changes take place, you will be unconscious. It is best that way. I have decided, in your case, incidentally, that we will think of the treatment as consisting of four major phases, and each will be clearly demarcated for you, for your edification and my amusement. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 5, page 84)

Since her image was not so instantly and clearly available to her as it would have been in a more familiar sort of mirror, she approached it more closely, puzzled, and peered into it. She then gave a soft cry of surprise, for she did not immediately recognize her image in the surface. To be sure, it was she, but she as she had not been for perhaps ten years. The woman who regarded her, wonderingly, from the metal surface might have been in her late forties, not her late fifties. She put her hand gently to her face. Certain blemishes to which she had reconciled herself were gone. There seemed fewer lines in her face. Her throat seemed smoother to her. Her entire body felt differently. It seemed somewhat more supple. Certainly the occasional stiffness in the joints was not now afflicting her, not that it always did. It was not so much that her body did not ache, or that she was not in pain, as that she had the odd sense that something might now be different about her, that her body might not now be so likely to hurt her, in that way, as it had in the past. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 6, pages 87-88)

"You have been returned to a former condition of your body, and have been stabilized at that point," he said. "That is what has been done to you." (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, page 148) 

Tassa:

"First," he said, "you have been unconscious, for better than forty-eight hours." She regarded him, startled. "That is partly a function of your age," he said. "Younger individuals recover considerably more quickly." (effects of Tassa powder) (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, page 52)

Tassa powder, which was presumably used, as it commonly is in such situations, though doubtless most frequently with younger women, is tasteless, and, dissolved in liquid, colorless. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, page 58)

To be sure, her age might have had something to do with her condition. Tassa powder, which she later

learned was used on her, allegedly has few, if any, lingering aftereffects, or at least, she was assured, on younger women. And it is on such women, of course, considerably younger women, that it is most often used. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 4, page 64)

"I do not know, Master," she said, confused. "I feel faint, Master."

"You may break position," he said.

She sank to her side on the steps, before the curule chair.

"It is not simply ka-la-na which you have imbibed," he said. "It was mixed with tassa power. You had some weeks ago, on Earth."

She shook her head, trying to retain consciousness. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

(Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, page 357)

"You had been given tassa powder," he said.

"Yes, Master," said Ellen.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Well, Master," she said.

"Good," he said. "There are usually few, if any, aftereffects. Are you hungry?"

(Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, page 375) 

"After tassa powder," said the man, "a girl is often ravenously hungry. But when the girl awakens in ropes, or chains, she must wait to find out if she is to be fed or not." (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, page 376)

She also took a drink from the bota, which contained water, as she expected. She feared it might have been drugged, presumably with tasteless tassa powder, to sedate her in the basket, but it had no such effect. (Prize of Gor, Chapter 19, page 617)

 

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