Tyros Gardens

The matter of Gorean Honor.












Home | The Ubar's Announcement | Map of The Gardens | The Gardens Portico | Scribarium | Villa of the Family Al`Verta | Villa Great Hall | Villa Bath | Villa Kennels | Lady Al`Verta's Chambers | Freewomen of Gor | On the Gorean Man | TaraWind | The matter of Gorean Honor. | Map of North Western Gor and Tyros





Honor...it is a word many say, yet few aspire to live by.  It cannot be bought, sold, demanded or otherwise obtained except by your own actions.  Each person, slave or Free has a sense of wht honor is, but understanding how honor controls even the smallest of details is entirely another matter.  One must always strive to have Personal Honor.  Personal honor is controlled by each's own actions and words.   It is born within, and shown over time and through actions.  It is also the quickest thing one can lose, and cannot be recuperated.  Honor is not taken lightly by Goreans.
 
 
 
"Yes," I said, "once long ago, in the delta of the Vosk, I lost my honor. I know that never can I find it again. That honor, which was to me my most precious possession, was lost. It is gone, and gone forever. It is like a tarn with wings of gold, that sits but once upon a warrior's helm, and when it departs, it returns no more. It is gone, and gone forever." I looked at them, and looked, too, upward at the stars of the Gorean night. They were beautiful, like points of fire, marking the camps of the armies of the night. "Yes," I said, again regarding the men of Tyros, "I have lost my honor, but you must not understand by that I have forgotten it. On some nights, on such a night as this, sometimes, I recollect it"
Hunters of Gor, pg 275 - 276
















“Men are honorable,” she said.

“So, too, are some women,” I said.” 

(Renegades of Gor, p.202)

 
 
"As we honor this man we, in doing this, similarly do honor onto ourselves."   (Marauders of Gor, p.182) 

 

“Honor," I said, "has many voices, and many songs."

He looked down at me, startled, "That is a saying of warriors," he said.

"It is from the codes. It is a long time since I have heard it. I had almost

forgotten it. Where did you, a slave, hear it?"

"In Treve," I said.

"A den of thieves!" he said.

I did not respond. Who knows within what houses may be heard the

voices of honor? Who knows within what walls may be heard her songs?” 

(Witness of Gor, p.711)


 

“I had a respect for caste honor. Honor was honor, in small things as well 

as great. How can one practice honor in great things, if not in small things?”   (Rogue of Gor, p.231)


 

“…the Gorean tends to take such things as honor and truth very seriously.”   (Magicians of Gor, p.255)

 

“Honor is important to Goreans, in a way that those of Earth might find it

hard to understand; for example, those of Earth find it natural that men

should go to war over matters of gold and riches, but not honor;

the Gorean, contrariwise, is more willing to submit matters of honor to the

adjudication of steel than he is matters of riches and gold; there is a simple

explanation for this; honor is more important to him.”   (Beasts of Gor, p.42)

 

“It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.”   (Mercenaries of Gor, p.297)

 

“But few of them, it seems, no matter how exquisite we are, no matter

how beautiful we are, will compromise their honor for us. And I do not

object to this for, without honor, how could they be men, and, if they were

 not men, true men, how could they be fit and perfect masters for us?” 

  (Witness of Gor, p.498)

 

“When Goreans get the idea that honor is involved they suddenly become quite difficult to deal with.”   (Magicians of Gor, p.400)

 

“I sat in the darkness and wondered on honor, and courage. If they were

shams, I thought them most precious shams. How else could we tell

ourselves from urts and sleen? What distinguishes us from such beasts?

The ability to multiply and subtract, to tell lies, to make knives? No, I think

particularly it is the sense of honor, and the will to hold one’s ground.”  

 (Marauders of Gor, p.6)