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	Kanda
	By: Oreo Date: February 7, 2014, 7:55 pm
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	Will Only be given by a Free of the Home
	"On the twentieth day of the siege there was great rejoicing in
	the camp of Pa Kur, because in one place the wires had been cut
	and a squad of spearmen had reached the main siege reservoir,
	emptying their barrels of toxic kanda, a lethal poison extracted
	from one of Gor's desert shrubs." Tarnsman of Gor,
	"It was a throwing knife, of a sort used in Ar, much smaller
	than the southern quiva, and tapered on only one side. It was a
	knife designed for killing. Mixed with the blood and fluids of
	the body there was a smear of white at the end of the steel, the
	softened residue of a glaze of kanda paste, now melted by body
	heat, which had coated the tip of the blade. On the hilt of the
	dagger, curling about it, was the legend, 'I have sought him. I
	have found him.' It was a killing knife. 'The Caste of
	Assassins?' I had asked. 'Unlikely,' had said the Older Tarl,
	'for Assassins are commonly too proud for poison.'" Assassin of
	Gor
	The leaves were chewed on but not swallowed as an addictive
	drug. There was no healing associated with this plant. Most
	Common on the South
	"It was Saphrar of Turia," said Kamchak to me, "who first
	introduced Kutaituchik to the strings of kanda." He added, 'it
	was twice he killed my father."
	"Why is it," I asked Harold, "that he spared Turia?"
	"His mother was Turian," said Harold.
	I stopped. "Did you not know?" asked Harold.
	I shook my head. "No," I said. "I did not know."
	"It was after her death," said Harold, "that Kutatuchik first
	tasted the rolled strings of kanda." Nomads of Gor
	"Kutaituchik lifted his head and regarded us, his eyes seemed
	sleepy, he was bald save for a black knot of hair that emerged
	from the back of his shaven skull, he was a broad backed man,
	with small legs, his eyes bore the epicanthic fold, his skin was
	tinged a yellowish brown, though he was stripped to the waist,
	there was about his shoulders a rich, ornamented robe of red
	bosk, bordered with jewels about his neck, on a chain decorated
	with sleen teeth, there hung a golden medallion, bearing the
	sigh of the four bosk horns, he wore furred boots, wide leather
	trousers and a red sash, in which was thrust a quiva. Beside
	him, colied, perhaps as a symbol of power, lay a bosk whip.
	Kutaituchik absently reached into a small golden box near his
	right knee and drew out a string of rolled kanda leaf. The roots
	of the kanda plant, which grows largely in the desert regions of
	Gor, are extremely toxic, but, surprisingly, the rolled leaves
	of this plant, which are relatively innocuous, are formed into
	strings and, chewed or sucked, are much favoured by many
	Goreans, particularly in the southern hemisphere, where the leaf
	is more abundant."
	"Nomads of Gor" page 43
	"And, yet I was sad as I looked upon him , for I sensed that for
	this man there could no longer be the saddle of the kaiila, the
	whirling of the rope and bola and the hunt of war. Now, from the
	right side of his mouth, thin, black and wet there emerged a
	string of chewed kanda, a quarter of an inch at a time, slowly.
	The drooping eyes, glazed, regarded us. For him there could no
	longer be the swift races across the frozen prarie, the meetings
	in arms, even the dancing to the sky about a fire of bosk dung."
	"Nomads of Gor" page 43
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