Again I, Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba, found myself on the always green fields of Gor. I woke up, naked, in the by the wind flattened grass, under that flaming star, that is the common sun of both my worlds, my homeplanet, Earth, and its for so long secret sister, Counter-Earth, Gor.

Slowly I stood up, all my fibres alive in the wind, my hairs blowing by the gusts, my muscles, stiff but joyful in their first movements during, perhaps, weeks.

Thus I stood, to let every vein and every sense drink in, during several minutes, the wonders of my return. Again I felt the somewhat lesser gravity of this planet, but this feeling would, I knew, disappear as soon as my constitution would get used to the new environment.

The sun, as I remembered, looked to me somewhat bigger than when I observer her from the earth, but as before, it was difficult to determine.

A little bit further I could see a vague impression of yellow, the Ka-la-na thickets, that dots the fields of Gor in many places. Far away, on my left, I saw a remarkable large field of Sa-Tarna, of which the stalks bowed themselves majesticly in the Gorean winds. The very long yellow-golden grain, that forms a cornerstone in the Gorean diet.

On my right I perceived a far-away tinge of mountains, that would be, because of their appearance and height, the Thentis mountains. From that spot, if it were true, I would be able to determine the direction of Ko-ro-Ba, that city of cylinders, the Towers of the Morning, to whom I had pledged my sword years ago...

Tu’en, lo Tarl Cabote, Ko-ro-ba'is, siut tu imm gren’Filures Gore. Lo virat veck, nak, in Geramen pule par vata forte, und die flamat’Tore-in-Lufe, qui sin Luke’Lar-Torvis de la mira se Iaronumes, mir Dom’Hop-Tor, Ter, et sin dzova lungian konkel’Sora, Versus Ter, Gor.

Lungianem, lo tustandat, vi mira Fipes sar in Wyndan, mira Efiles dzigarat par Falages, mira Mysae, estafe ap blide, in uls enes vigeres, contastus tator ta-Vicu.

Dzova, lo standat, kol eduran enis Ehnes vila Eneuran, et vil sen efandires de mir Dzeru’Kar su hamelore indiron. Lo fecat wid, ovadar liller Ur ro eduo Hop-Tor, ap qu Adefec seolut, dzova li wisat, viker vis mir senivan seolut hapuran ta neos Kol-Tola.

Tor-tu-Gor, luk lo mir ilam erinat, ta lukat mir ovadar grandis vis van lo ilam ro Ter teasat, ap siat vis ber, edikan kol fuolem Shiag de su sin.

Fita, lo chubanat undevar enik Dubae helvus, ta Ti-ket Ka-la-Na, quie tu fual Bunes dotar Filures Gorem. Fid-vik, ta mir Link’Hand, lo erat extresa’ng grandis Filus Sa-Tarna, viro xialosi ; sie begut stat in Wyndanes Gorem. Ganaber lungian aurius’helvus Sa-Tarna, dar contast Egga’Sten in Di-Aita Gorem.

Rect, lo virat adevar fida Duba de Tais, qie par uls Porgoanam. Et Al-tar, Tais la Thentis seoluti myseran sin. Ro qie Plads, vis dar siat terogar, lo chubanat fixeran ta Ko-ro-ba, qie Civis la Kulines, Gedores ro Por-Nones, to qi lo enes contastes mira Dzevard gepat dzvared…