Gruel

Gruel, Bond-maid
Another of the bond-maids was then freed to mix the bond-maid gruel, mixing fresh water with Sa-Tarna meal, and then stirring in the raw fish.
Marauders of Gor pages 63-64

The girl who had prepared the bond-maid gruel had now been refettered and placed again in the coffle.
The slender blond girl, who had been giving the men water from the skin bag, was now given the work of filling small bowls from the large wooden bowl, and for the bond-maids. She used a bronze ladle, the handle of which was curved like the neck and head of a lovely bird. About the handle was a closed bronze ring, loose. It formed a collar for the bird's neck. The bond-maids did not much care for their gruel, unsweetened, mudlike Sa-Tarna meal, with raw fish. They fed, however. One girl who did not care to feed was struck twice across her back by a knotted rope in the hand of Gorm. Quickly then, and well, she fed. The girls, including the slender blondish girl, emptied their bowls, even to licking them, and rubbing them with their saliva-dampened fingers, that no grain be left, lest Gorm, their keeper in the ship, should not pleased. They looked to one another in fear, and put down their bowls, as they finished, fed bond-wenches.
Marauders of Gor pages 64-65

"Kneel," said Aelgifu.
The girl knelt.
"What have you there?" asked Aelgifu.
"Gruel," said the girl.
"Taste it," said Aelgifu.
Obediently, angrily, the girl did so.
"It is bond-maid gruel, is it not?" asked Aelgifu.
"Yes," said the girl.
"Why then," asked Aelgifu, "have you brought it to me?"
The girl put her head down.
Marauders of Gor page 65

"Take this gruel away," said Aelgifu. "It is for bond-maids such as you."
Marauders of Gor page 65

"I will not eat the gruel of bond-maids," said Aelgifu.
"You will eat it," said the Forkbeard, "or you will be stripped and put to the oar."
She looked at him with horror.
Marauders of Gor page 66

"Open your mouth, my large-breasted beauty," said the Forkbeard.
Eyes wide, she did so. He thrust the contents of the small bowl into her mouth. Choking, the proud Aelgifu swallowed the thick gruel, that of dampened Sa-Tarna meal and raw fish, the gruel of bond-maids.
Marauders of Gor pages 66-67

"You are too pretty to ransom," he informed her, and turned away. To Gorm, he said, "Feed her on the gruel of bond-maids."
Marauders of Gor page 79

On the second day, it had been thrust up only that the spike of a water bag could be thrust between her teeth, and then replaced; on her third day the coverlet was torn away and, with the scarf, thrown overboard; Ivar Forkbeard, on that day, watered her and, with a spoon, fed her a bit of bond-maid gruel.
Starving, she had snatched at it greedily.
"How eagerly you eat the gruel of bond-maids," he had commented.
Then she refused to eat more.
Marauders of Gor page 123

Gruel [non-specific]
"When will you begin the training?" I asked.
"When the two new girls chosen for the first set grow weary of the kennels, and of the gruel of the iron pens."
"Do girls in training not eat such gruel?" I asked.
"Girls in training, " said Ho-Tu, "partake of the finest of slave porridges. They are given mats to sleep on, and later in their training, furs. They are seldom chained. Sometimes they are even permitted, under guard, to leave the house, that they may be stimulated and pleased by the sights of Ar."
Assassin of Gor page 119

One of the smiths from below was summoned with a bowl of slave porridge, which he mixed half with water, and stirred well, so that it could be drunk. There are various porridges given to slaves and they differ. The porridges in the iron pens, however, are as ugly and tasteless as a gruel, and deliberately so, as might be imagined. As the girl knelt the guardsman pulled back her head and held her nose while the smith, with thumb and forefinger, forced open her jaws and, spilling it a bit on her chin and body, poured a half cup of gruel into her mouth. The girl tried to hold her breath but when it became necessary for her to breathe she must needs swallow the gruel; twice more the smith did this, and then the girl, defeated, swallowed the gruel as he poured it into her mouth, half choking on it.
Assassin of Gor page 126

The second girl had been watching what had gone on. Ho-Tu, with his foot, kicked her gruel pan toward her, which slid under the bars of the gate. She lifted it to her lips and began to eat, trembling.
Assassin of Gor page 126

Flaminius paid the second girl no attention. "Eat your gruel, Virginia," said he, soothingly, to the first girl.
"What are you going to do with us?" asked the first girl.
"Let us out!" cried the second girl, shaking the bars. "Let us out!"
Virginia Kent picked up the gruel pan and put it to her lips, taking some of the stuff.
"Let us out!" cried the second girl.
"Now drink," said Flaminius.
Virginia lifted the pan of water, and took a sip. The pan was battered, tin, rusted.
Assassin of Gor page 130

"Eat your gruel, Phyllis," said Flaminius. "It will make you feel better."
Assassin of Gor page 131

We watched as the girl lifted first the gruel pan and then the water pan to her lips, tasting the gruel, taking a swallow of the water.
Assassin of Gor page 131

For about fifteen days Virginia and Phyllis, while the other captive Earth girls had been removed to an iron pen, remained in the tiny cement, iron-gated cages, so constructed that the inmate cannot at any one time fully stretch her body; over a period of time this builds up a considerable amount of body pain; and Phyllis, on the instructions of Flaminius, was further tormented in being braceleted to the bars, as she had been the first night, for several Ahn a day, being fed her gruel by hand, taking her water from a tin bottle thrust between her lips.
Assassin of Gor page 148

Accordingly, they must know how to cut and sew cloth, to wash garments and clean various types of materials and surfaces, and to cook an extensive variety of foods, from the rough fare of Warriors to concoctions which are exotic almost to the point of being inedible. Elizabeth would regularly bring her efforts back to the compartment, and the nights were not infrequent when I longed for the simple fare at the table of Cernus, or perhaps a bowl of Ho-Tu's gruel.
Assassin of Gor page 204

I had made it a practice normally to eat beside Ho-Tu, to come to the table with him and leave with him, and Ho-Tu was not yet ready to leave. He had finished his gruel but was sitting there listening to a slave girl, sitting on furs between the tables, playing a kalika.
Assassin of Gor page 207

The horn spoon lay to the side of the empty gruel bowl.
Assassin of Gor page 207

His gruel had been salted to the point of being inedible; he stared disgustingly down at the wet mash of porridge and salt.
Assassin of Gor page 237

"You are all cruel!" cried Virginia Kent, who was standing now a bit behind Ho-Tu.
The room was extremely silent for a moment.
Then, angrily, Virginia Kent picked up Ho-Tu's bowl of gruel and, turning it completely upside down, dumped it suddenly on his head.
"Kajuralia," she said.
Relius nearly leaped up, horror on his face.
Ho-Tu sat there with the porridge bowl on his head, the gruel streaming down his face.
Assassin of Gor page 243

"Was it you," I asked, "who salted the gruel of Ho-Tu?"
"It is possible," she admitted.
Assassin of Gor page 244

Startled by the light an urt scurried from my path disappearing through a small crevice in the wall. It had been nibbling at the scrapings of dried gruel caked in a tin pan near the prisoner's foot.
Assassin of Gor page 275

Ivar Forkbeard approached Aelgifu with the small bowl of gruel. He crouched down beside her.
Marauders of Gor page 66

Gruel, Slave
Each of us had then been forced to eat a large bowl of heavy slave gruel.
Captive of Gor page 208

Durbar left. In a few moments he returned with a small wooden bowl, filled with dried, precooked meal. He poured some water into this.
I was then handed the bowl.
Some of the women laughed.
"Mix it with your fingers," said the first man. Then he turned to Durbar. "Look about the camp," he said. "See if there are any more skulking about."
"I am alone," I told them.
But Durbar went to check.
I, mixing the water with the precooked meal, formed a sort of cold porridge or gruel. I then, with my fingers, and putting the bowl even to my lips, fell eagerly upon that thick, bland, moist substance.
By the time Durbar had returned I had finished, even to the desperate wiping and licking of the bowl, that I might secure every last particle of that simple, precious, vitalizing provender.
"You eat slave gruel well," said the first men. There was laugher from the chained women.
Kajira of Gor page 257

I put down my head. The bowl was taken from me. So that was slave gruel, I thought. I knew that it, with its various supplements, was extremely nourishing. It had been designed for the feeding of slaves, to keep them healthy, sleek and trim. On the other hand, although I had devoured it eagerly, I could see where a slave who was not starving might, after a time, desperately strive to improve her services to the master, that he might see fit, in his kindness, to grant her at least the scraps of a more customary diet.
Kajira of Gor page 257