Libations

Ale
Sometimes those who insisted on retaining the old ways, or were caught making the sign of the fist, the hammer, over their ale, were subjected to death by torture.
Marauders of Gor page 26

The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five gallons. Over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer, the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies, drank ale. It was victory ale.
Marauders of Gor page 82

I saw cups of ale, on the bank, being lifted to him. Men cheered. I feard the cries of bond-maids.
Marauders of Gor page 83

Splendid was the quality of the ale at the tables of the Blue Tooth.
Marauders of Gor page 191

At the tables, lifting ale and knives to the Forkbeard were more than a thousand men.
Marauders of Gor page 194

Bazi Tea
To the oases caravans bring various goods, for example, rep-cloth, embroidered cloths, silks, rugs, silver, gold, jewelries, mirrors, kaiilauk tusk, perfumes, hides, skins, feathers, precious woods, tools, needles, worked leather goods, salt, nuts and spices, jungle birds, prized as pets, weapons, rough woods, sheets of tin and copper, the tea of Bazi, wool from the bounding Hurt, decorated, beaded whips, female slaves, and many other forms of merchandise.
Tribesmen of Gor page 37

In turn, from the oases the nomads receive, most importantly, Sa-Tarna grain and the Bazi tea.
Tribesmen of Gor page 37

In the cafes, I had feasted well. I had had verr meat, cut in chunks and threaded on a metal rod, with slices of peppers and larma, and roasted; vulo stew with raisins, nuts, onions and honey; a kort with melted cheese and nutmeg; hot Bazi tea, sugared, and, later, Turian wine.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 47-48

The smell, too, of Bazi tea was clear.
Tribesmen of Gor page 116

"You, yourself," she said, "have made me make your tea."
"Is it ready?" I asked. I looked at the tiny copper kettle on the small stand. A tiny kaiila-dung fire burned under it. A small, heavy, curved glass was nearby, on a flat box, which would hold some two ounces of tea. Bazi tea is drunk in tiny glasses, usually three at a time, carefully measured. She did not make herself tea, of course.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 139-140

Haroun smiled. "Let us discuss these matters over small cups of Bazi tea at the end of the day," he suggested. "There are more important matters to attend at the moment."
Suleiman grinned. "Lead on, sleen of a Kavar," he said.
"You have the audacity of Hassan the bandit, to whom you bear a striking resemblance."
"I have been told that," said Haroun. "He must be a dashing, handsome, fellow."
"That matter may be discussed over small cups of Bazi tea at the end of the day," said Suleiman, looking narrowly at Haroun.
"True," said Haroun.
Hassan then turned and led the way into the tunnel. Hundreds of men, including myself, followed him, many bearing lamps.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 325-326

Hot Bazi tea I wanted. This is an important trade item in the north. I now knew why. The southern sugars are also popular. I had originally supposed this was because of their sweetness, there being few sweet items, save some berries, in the north. I now began to suspect that the calories of the sugars also played their role in their popularity. The red hunters think little of eating half a pound of sugar at a sitting.
Beasts of Gor page 206

Beer, Rence
It is seldom, even in Se'Kara, that so many rence islands would gather for festival. Usually it would be two or three. At such times there is drinking of rence beer, steeped, boiled and fermented from crushed seeds and whitish pith of the plant; singing; games; contest and courtships, for the young people of the rence islands too seldom meet those of other communities.
Raiders of Gor page 18

I had also been used to carry heavy kettles of rence beer from the various islands to the place of feasting, as well as strings of water gourds, poles of fish, plucked gants, slaughtered tarsks, and baskets of the pith of rence.
Raiders of Gor page 41

I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roasted tarsk meat, and roasted gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times replenished, of rence beer.
Raiders of Gor page 44

Chocolate, Warmed
"This is warmed chocolate," I said, pleased. It was very rich and creamy.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"It is very good," I said.
"Thank you, Mistress," she said.
"Is it from Earth?" I asked.
"Not directly," she said. "Many things here, of course, ulitmately have an Earth origin. It is not improbable that the beans from which the first cacao trees on this world were grown were brought from Earth."
"Do the trees grow near here?" I asked.
"No, Mistress," she said, "we obtain the beans from which the chocolate is made, from Cosian merchants, who in turn, obtain them in the tropics."
I put the chocolate down. I began to bite at the yellow bread. It was fresh.
Kajira of Gor page 61

Falarian Wine
"Among these petitioners came one fellow bringing with him the promise of a gift of wine, a wine supposedly secret, the rare Falarian, a wine only rumored among collectors to exist, a wine supposedly so rare and precioust hat its cost might purchase a city. She, of course, would test this. She, though only a slave, would choose to sip it."
Mercenaries of Gor page158

Fermented Milk Curds
By one fire I could see a squat Tuchuk, hands on hips, dancing and stamping about by himself, drunk on fermented milk curds, dancing, according to Kamchak, to please the Sky.
Nomads of Gor page 28

Juices
"Drinks, cool drinks!" called a woman, selling juices by the side of the road, coming up to the cart. There was a small crowd at the crest of the hill. It was a place where carts, and wagons, and travelers often stopped. In such a place there were coins to be made. She paid no attention to the sight below. Doubtless she had seen it a thousand times. Her eyes were on possible customers.
Mercenaries of Gor page 257

Juice, Larma
"Would you like a drink?" I asked Boabissia.
"Yes," she said.
I purchased her some larma juice for a tarsk bit.
"Is it cool?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. The morning was hot.
It would have been stored overnight, I assumed, in an amphora, buried to the neck in the cool earth. Sometimes Earth girls, first brought to Gor, do not understand why so many of these two-handled, narrow necked vessels have such a narrow, usually pointed base, for they cannot stand upright on such a base. They have not yet learned that these vessels are not intended to stand upright. Rather they are commonly fitted into a storage hole, buried there to keep their contents cool, the necks about the earth. The pointed base, of course, presses into the soft earth at the bottom of the storage hole.
Mercenaries of Gor page 257

Kal-da
On each side of the door, in a small niche sheltered from the drizzle, there sputtered the yellow flame of a small tharlarion oil lamp. By this flickering light I could read the faded lettering on the door: KAL-DA SOLD HERE.
Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness (a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing) than to any gustatory excellence. But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed. Moreover, where there was Kal-da there should be bread and meat. I thought of the yellow Gorean bread, baked in the shape of round, flat loaves, fresh and hot; my mouth watered for a tabuk steak or, perhaps, if I were lucky, a slice of roast tarsk, the formidable six-tusked wild boar of Gor's temperate forests. I smiled to myself, felt the sack of coins in my tunic, bent down and pushed the door open.
Outlaw of Gor page 76

He did not approach, but remained behind a wooden counter, slowly, deliberately wiping the puddles of spilled Kal-da from its stained surface.
Outlaw of Gor page 77

"Bring me food and drink," I said.
I went to an obscure, deserted table near the back of the room, where I could face the door. I leaned my shield and spear against the wall, set the helmet beside the table, unslung the sword belt, laying the weapon across the table before me, and prepared to wait.
I hardly settled myself behind the table when the proprietor had placed a large, fat pot of steaming Kal-da before me. It almost burned my hands to lift the pot. I took a long, burning swig of the brew and though, on another occasion, I might have thought it foul, tonight it sang through my body like the bubbling fire it was, a sizzling, brutal irritant that tasted so bad and yet charmed me so much I had to laugh.
Outlaw of Gor page 78

It was a dreary place, but the Kal-da had already made it appear somewhat more promising.
Outlaw of Gor page 78

The proprietor arrived with hot bread, honey, salt and to my delight, a huge, hot roasted chunk of tarsk. I crammed my mouth with food and washed it down with another thundering draught of Kal-da.
Outlaw of Gor page 79

I pretended to rise to my feet, and the proprietor, with horror, had shoved me back down, and rushed for more Kal-da. His strategy was to pour so much Kal-da down my throat that I would be unable to do anything but roll under the table and sleep. Some of the men crowded around the table now.
Outlaw of Gor page 79

The Kal-da flowed free that night and thrice the oil in the hanging tharlarion lamps needed to be renewed by the sweating, joyful proprietor of the Kal-da shop. Men from the streets, dumbfounded by the sounds which came from within, pressed through the squat door and soon had joined in. Some warriors entered, too and instead of attempting to restore order had incredibly taken off their helmets, filled them with Kal-da and sat cross-legged with us, to sing and drink their fill.
Outlaw of Gor page 80

Even the proprietor slept, his head across his folded arms on the counter, behind which stood the great Kal-da brewing pots, at last empty and cold.
Outlaw of Gor page 80

Behind the counter the thin, bald-headed proprietor, his forehead glistening, his slick black apron stained with spices, juices and wine, busily worked his long mixing paddle in a vast pot of bubbling Kal-da. My nose wrinkled. There was no mistaking the smell of brewing Kal-da.
Outlaw of Gor page 223

"Free Kal-da for all!" cried Kron, and when the proprietor, who knew the codes of his caste, tried to object, Kron flung a golden tarn disk at him. Delightedly the man ducked and scrambled to pick it up from the floor.
"Gold is more common here than bread," said Andreas, sitting near us.
To be sure the food on the low tables was not plentiful and was coarse but one could not have known from the good cheer of the men in the room. It might have been to them food from the tables of the Priest-Kings themselves. Even the foul Kal-da to them, reveling in the first intoxication of their freedom, was the rarest and most potent of beverages.
Outlaw of Gor pages 224-225

Other girls now appeared among the tables, clad only in a camisk and a silver collar, and sullenly, silently, began to serve the Kal-da which Kron had ordered. Each carried a heavy pot of the foul, boiling brew and, cup by cup, replenished the cups of the men.
Outlaw of Gor page 226

To my surprise Lara removed her cloak and took the pot of Kal-da from one of the girls and began to serve the men.
Outlaw of Gor page 226

I wondered why there was only water to drink, and none of the fermented beverages of Gor, such as Paga, Ka-la-na wine or Kal-da. I was sure that if these were available Vika would have set them before me.
Priest Kings of Gor page 45

During the time of the race the hawkers of candies, sweetmeats, Kal-da, pastries and paga were quiet, standing with their goods in the aisles watching.
Assassin of Gor page 139

Liqueurs
She withdrew, head down. She picked up the small tray from the stand near the table. On it was the small vessel containing a thick, sweet liqueur from distant Turia, the Ar of the south, and the two tiny glasses from which we had sipped it.
Explorers of Gor page 10

"When it comes time to serve the liqueurs," said Susan, "you will serve those of Cos and Ar, and I will serve those of Turia."
"Yes, Mistress," I said. The liqueurs of Turia are usually regarded as the best, but I think this is largely a matter of taste. Those of Cos and of Ar, and of certain of cities, are surely very fine.
Kajira of Gor page 406

"They are ready for their liqueurs," whispered Susan.
We then brought them to them, on the two small trays.
"Liqueurs, Masters?" asked Susan.
"Liqueurs, Masters?" I asked.
"Yes," said Drusus Rencius.
"Yes," said Publius.
Publius, to my surprise, selected a liqueur from Turia. "Those of Turia are the best," he said to Drusus Rencius, smiling, almost apologetically.
"Perhaps," smiled Drusus Rencius, "but I prefer those of Ar."
"In the judgement of liqueurs," said Publius, "patriotism is out of place."
Kajira of Gor page 407

Mead
"Here, Jarl," said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvaldsland, brewed from fermented honey, thick and sweet.
Marauders of Gor page 90

I drank more of the mead. I ate, too, of the roast tarsk.
Marauders of Gor page 93

He grinned. "Gunnhild," said he, "run for a horn of mead."
Yes, my Jarl," said she, and sped from his side.
In a moment, through the dark, smoky hall, returned Gunnhild, bearing a great horn of mead.
"My Jarls," said she.
The Forkbeard took from her the horn of mead and, together, we drained it.
We then clasped hands.
Marauders of Gor page 95

"You are welcome to accompany me," said he. Then he rose to his feet behind the table. "Drink!" called he to his men. "Drink mead to Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!"
His men roared with laughter. Bond-maids, collared and naked, fled about, filling horns with mead.
"Feast!" called Ivar Forkbeard. "Feast!"
Much meat was eaten; many horns were drained.
Marauders of Gor pages 95-96

I heard me, down the table laughing. One of the new girls, from Kassau, had been thrown on her back, on the table. She lay in meat, and spilled mead.
Marauders of Gor page 97

A bond-maid, passing him, carrying mead, brushed him. Frightened, she hurried past him. His eyes did not open.
Marauders of Gor page 98

I finished a horn of mead, rose to my feet, and went to my sleeping area.
Marauders of Gor page 99

"Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, from across from me. "Mead!" He held out the great, curved horn, with its rim of filigreed gold.
Pudding and Gunnhild knelt on the bench, snuggling against him, one on either side. But they did not run to fetch his mead. That duty, this night, befell another.
Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, as stripped as any bond-maid, from a large bronze vessel, poured mead for the Forkbeard.
The men laughed.
She, though free, poured mead as a bond-maid. The hall roared with pleasure. Mighty insult had thus been wrought upon Thorgard of Scagnar, enemy of Ivar Forkbeard. His daughter, stripped, poured mead in the hall of his enemies.
Marauders of Gor page 129

"Mead!" I called. Pretty Ankles rushed to serve me.
Marauders of Gor page 131

"Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, returning to the table. Pudding was first to reach him, with a horn of mead.
Marauders of Gor page 133

The Forkbeard, laughing, drained the horn. "Mead!" he cried. Gunnhild served him.
After this second horn of mead the Forkbeard, wiping his mouth with his arm, turned about and went to his furs.
Marauders of Gor page 134

"She can be taught to squirm and carry mead as well as any other wench," said Bjarni.
Marauders of Gor page 147

Sweet and strong was the mead.
Marauders of Gor page 191

My right arm was about her, holding her to me, in my right hand, held in its grip of gold wire, was a great horn of steaming mead.
Marauders of Gor page 277

Mead was replenished in the drinking horn, by a dark-haired bond-maid, who filled it, head down, shyly, not looking at me.
Marauders of Gor page 277

Bera went to the next man, to hill his cup with mead, from the heavy, hot tankard, gripped with cloth, which she carried.
Marauders of Gor page 278

In the north generally, mead, a drink made with fermented honey and water, and often spices and such, tends to be favored over paga.
Vagabonds of Gor page 16

Milk
Ho-Sorl bounded over the table and caught her four paces from the dais, spilling the milk about.
Assassin of Gor page 241

They, in spite of raising herds, eat very little meat. The animals are too precious for their trade value, and their hair and milk, to be often slaughtered for food. A nomad boy of fifteen will often have eaten meat no more than a dozen times in his life. Raiders, however, feast well on meat.
Tribesmen of Gor page 38

Aya, with her kaiila strap, continued her lessons in Gorean. Too, she taught her skills useful to a Tahari female, the making of ropes from kaiila hair, the cutting and plaiting of reins, the weaving of cloth and mats, the decoration and beading of leather goods, the use of the mortar and pestle, the use of the grain quern, the preparation and spicing of stews, the cleaning of verr and, primarily when we camped near watering holes in the vicinity of nomads, the milking of verr and kaiila. Too, she was taught the churning of milk in skin bags.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 72-73

Milk, Bosk
Not only does the flesh of the bosk and the milk of its cows furnish the Wagon Peoples with food and drink, but its hides cover the domelike wagons in which they dwell; its tanned and sewn skins cover their bodies; the leather of its hump is used for their shields; its sinews for their thread; its bones and horns are split and tooled into implements of a hundred sorts, from awls, punches and spoons to drinking flagons and weapon tips; its hoofs are used for glues; its oils are used to grease their bodies against the cold.
Nomads of Gor pages 4-5

I heard the lowing of milk bosk from among the wagons.
Nomads of Gor page 27

When the meat was ready Kamchak ate his fill, and drank down, too, a flagon of bosk milk; I did the same, though the milk, at least for me, did not sit too well with the Paga of the afternoon.
Nomads of Gor pages 138-139

When Kamchak had finished his freshly roasted meat and his flagon of bosk milk, he shook his head and rubbed his nose.
Nomads of Gor page 139

Ho-Tu, I noted, but did not speak to him of it, drank only water and, with a horn spoon, ate only a grain porridge mixed with bosk milk.
Assassin of Gor page 87

"What is this?" cried Ho-Sorl.
"It is bosk milk," Phyllis informed him. "It is good for you."
Ho-Sorl cried out in rage.
Assassin of Gor page 241

Twice we stopped at palisaded villages, those of simple bosk herders. I liked these stops, for there we would have fresh bosk milk, still hot, and would have a roof over our heads for a night, be it only of grass.
Captive of Gor page 70

Then, kneeling, delighted, we were fed bread and roast tarsk, and hot bosk milk.
Captive of Gor page 88

I saw four small milk bosk grazing on the short grass. In the distance above the acres, I could see mountains, snow-capped. A flock of verr, herded by a maid with a stick, turned, bleating on the sloping hillside.
Marauders of Gor page 81

There were only a few bosk visible, and they were milk bosk.
Marauders of Gor page 82

Milk, Hot
The Forkbeard, who had sat near me through the hours of the lonely contest, clasped me about the shoulders. He had ordered roast bosk and hot milk, and then yellow bread and paga.
Marauders of Gor page 289

Milk, Kaiila
Kaiila milk, which is used, like verr milk, by the peoples of the Tahari, is reddish, and has a strong salty taste; it contains much ferrous sulphate.
Tribesmen of Gor page 71

Aya, with her kaiila strap, continued her lessons in Gorean. Too, she taught her skills useful to a Tahari female, the making of ropes from kaiila hair, the cutting and plaiting of reins, the weaving of cloth and mats, the decoration and beading of leather goods, the use of the mortar and pestle, the use of the grain quern, the preparation and spicing of stews, the cleaning of verr and, primarily when we camped near watering holes in the vicinity of nomads, the milking of verr and kaiila. Too, she was taught the churning of milk in skin bags.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 72-73

"You are worked hard here?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!" she laughed. "From morning to dark I am worked. I must gather brush and kaiila dung and make fires; I must cook the stews and porridges, and clean the pans and the bowls; I must shake out the mats and sweep the sand in the tents; I must rub the garments and polish the boots and leather; I must do the mending and sewing; I weave; I make ropes; I bead leather; I pound grain; I tend the kaiila; twice daily I milk the she-kaiila; I do many things; I am much worked."
Tribesmen of Gor page 139

Milk, Verr
Kaiila milk, which is used, like verr milk, by the peoples of the Tahari, is reddish, and has a strong salty taste; it contains much ferrous sulphate.
Tribesmen of Gor page 71

Aya, with her kaiila strap, continued her lessons in Gorean. Too, she taught her skills useful to a Tahari female, the making of ropes from kaiila hair, the cutting and plaiting of reins, the weaving of cloth and mats, the decoration and beading of leather goods, the use of the mortar and pestle, the use of the grain quern, the preparation and spicing of stews, the cleaning of verr and, primarily when we camped near watering holes in the vicinity of nomads, the milking of verr and kaiila. Too, she was taught the churning of milk in skin bags.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 72-73

She had been carrying a large bag of churned verr milk on her head.
Tribesmen of Gor page 89

She had been carrying a large bag of churned verr milk on her head.
Tribesmen of Gor page 89

She dropped the churned verr milk, the bag's seams fortunately for her not splitting, and spun to face him, but he was towering over her, not four inches from her.
Tribesmen of Gor page 89

Aya was not pleased to find the girl hair-tied by the tree, the bag of churned verr milk lying to one side in the dust.
Tribesmen of Gor page 90

When Alyena had managed to free herself she again, hastily, weeping, lifted and placed upon her head the bag of churned verr milk, steadying it, and proceeded to deliver it to the tent of the Farouk.
Tribesmen of Gor page 90

Standing afoot, in the dust, with his lance, the nomad watched us turn away. Behind him was a herd of eleven verr, browsing on brownish snatches of verr grass. He would have defended the small animals with his life. Their milk and wool were his livelihood, and that of his family.
Tribesmen of Gor page 167

Sul Paga
My master extended his cup to me, and I, kneeling, filled it with Sul paga. I pressed my lips to the cup, and handed it to him. My eyes smarted. I almost felt drunk from the fumes.
I withdrew.
Sul paga is, when distilled, though the Sul itself is yellow, as clear as water. The sul is a tuberous root of the Sul plant; it is a Gorean staple. The still, with its tanks and pipes, lay within the village, that of Tabuk's Ford, in which Thurnus, our host, was caste leader.
Slave Girl of Gor page 134

"Excellent," said my master, sipping the Sul paga. He could have been commenting only on the potency of the drink, for Sul paga is almost tasteless. One does not guzzle Sul paga. Last night one of the men had held my head back and forced me to swallow a mouthful. In moments things had gone black, and I had fallen unconscious. I had awakened only this morning, ill, miserable, with a splitting headache, chained with the other girls.
Slave Girl of Gor page 134

"Wine, Slave Girl," said Marla, holding her cup to me.
Angrily I put down the Sul paga and fetched the flask of the Ka-la-nas of Ar, and filled her cup.
Slave Girl of Gor page 134

"Sul paga!" cried Thurnus, pounding on the small table with his great staff.
"Be quiet," said a fellow at a nearby table. He was drinking with some five companions.
"Sul paga!" shouted Thurnus, pounding on the table.
"Be silent!" said some fellow at another table.
"Sul paga! Sul paga!" cried Thurnus. The great staff banged on the table.
Busebius rushed to the table. "Master," said he, "we have many pagas, those of Ar and Tyros, and Ko-ro-ba, and Helmutsport, and Anango, and Tharna!"
"Sul paga!" shouted Thurnus. Several men about, at various tables, regarded him, most unpleasantly. I had worked in the Belled Collar, and, in the Chatka and Curla, in Cos. It did not require a great deal of experience to sense that Thurnus must soon be quiet or there would be trouble.
The pagas mentioned by Busebius were all, of course, Sa-Tarna pagas, of various sorts and localities, varying largely in the blend.
Slave Girl of Gor pages 413-414

"Sul paga!" demanded Thurnus. Sul paga, as anyone knew, is seldom available outside of a peasant village, where it is brewed. Sul paga would slow a tharlarion. To stay on your feet after a mouthful of Sul paga it is said one must be of the peasants, and then for several generations. And even the, it is difficult to manage. There is a joke about the baby of a peasant father being born drunk nine months later.
Slave Girl of Gor page 414

"Sul paga!" shouted Thurnus.
"Silence!" cried a brawny fellow, some two tables away.
"Please, Master," said Busebius, "we do not have Sul paga here."
Slave Girl of Gor page 414

"No Sul paga?" said Thurnus.
"No, Master," said Busebius.
"Then I shall sing," said Thurnus.
I thought this a splendid threat.
Slave Girl of Gor page 414

Ta Wine
Other girls, with bits of food, gave us to feed, with their tiny fingers placing tidbits, delicacies, into our mouths. One girl held back our head, and others, from goblets, gave us of wines, Turian wines, sweet and thick, Ta wine, from the famed Ta grapes, from the terraces of Cos, wines even, Ka-la-nas, sweet and drys, from distant Ar. Our heads swirled. We heard music. Musicians had entered the room. "Feast," said the man on the dais.
Tribesmen of Gor page 213

Kenneth took from his belt a flash, which he handed to me. "It is wine," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I said, and drank some wallows of the beverage. It was a Ta wine, from the Ta grapes of the terraces of Cos. Such a small thing, in its way, bespoke the intimacy of the trade relations between Vonda and Cos. In the last year heavy import duties had been levied by the high council of Vonda against the wines of certain other cities, in particular against the Ka-la-nas of Ar.
I handed back the flask to Kenneth.
Fighting Slave of Gor page 306

Tea
Tea is extremely important to the nomads. It is served hot and heavily sugared. It gives them strength then, in virtue of the sugar, and cools them, by making them sweat, as well as stimulating them. It is drunk three small cups at a time, carefully measured.
Tribesmen of Gor page 38

"Make me tea," I said.
Lifting her skirt the girl went to the tent, to make tea.
Tribesmen of Gor page 139

"I feared, when first I saw you, " said the girl, measuring the tea, from a tiny tin box, "that you had come to carry me off. But, I suppose, had that been your intention, you would have already done so."
Tribesmen of Gor page 139

Her hand shook, slightly, on the metal box of tea. Her eyes clouded.
Tribesmen of Gor page 139

She lifted the kettle from the fire and, carefully, poured me a tiny glass of tea.
Tribesmen of Gor page 141

"You must flee!" she said. "They may kill you if they find you here!"
"I have not finished my tea," I said.
Tribesmen of Gor page 141

I set the tea down on the sand, between two mats, beside me. I did not think it would spill.
Tribesmen of Gor page 142

I returned to the mats, sat again cross-legged upon them, and picked up my small glass of tea, which I had not yet finished.
He entered the tent, bending down.
"Tea is ready," I said to him.
Tribesmen of Gor page 143

"Serve us tea," he said.
Trembling she measured him a tiny glass of tea. His men stood outside, wary.
"The tea is excellent," I said.
In sharing their water I had made myself, by custom of the Tahari, their guest.
Tribesmen of Gor page 143

Then he said to Alyena, "Make tea." "Yes, Master," she said.
Tribesmen of Gor page 168

The boy looked at him and laughed. "Your slave, Raider," said he, indicating the irritated Alyena, now gain mounted, well vexed, on her kaiila, "apparently makes your tea too strong."
Hassan nodded his head, graciously. "My thanks, young warrior," said he.
Tribesmen of Gor page 172

Red hunters of the polar basin, trading for tea and sugar, have reported the failure of the herd to appear.
BEASTS OF GOR-, Page 36

Hot Bazi tea I wanted. This is an important trade item in the north. I now knew why. The southern sugars are also popular. I had originally supposed this was because of their sweetness, there being few sweet items, save some berries, in the north. I now began to suspect that the calories of the sugars also played their role in their popularity. The red hunters think little of eating half a pound of sugar at a sitting.
BEASTS OF GOR-, Page 206

"Well," I said, "let us return to the tent. The tabuk are gone and I am soaked and freezing. I will well relish a hot cup of Bazi tea."
"Ah, my friend," said Imnak, sadly, "I am sorry there is no Bazi tea."
"Recently," I said, "there was a great deal of it."
"True," said Imnak, "but now there is not."
"You used the tea to buy Poalu?" I asked.
Imnak looked at me, horrified. "I made a gift to Kadluk," he said.
"Oh," I said.
"Also," said Imnak, "there is no sugar left, and few furs."
"What of the gold pieces you took for trading?" I asked.
"I gave them to Kadluk, too," said Imnak. "and most of the wood."
"At least we have the tabuk slices from the kills we made earlier," I said, glumly.
"Kadluk likes tabuk," said Imnak.
"Oh," I said.
BEASTS OF GOR-, Pages 209-211

"Do you have Bazi tea?" asked Akko. "Do you have sugar?" asked Naartok. The word ‘Naartok’ in the language of the Innuit means ‘Fat Belly’. In many cases there is no particular correspondence between the name and the individual. In Naartok’s case, however, the name was not inappropriate. He was a plump, jolly fellow with a weakness for sweets prodigious even among red hunters.
"Yes," said Ram, "I have tea and sugars. And I have mirrors, and beads and knives, and many other trade goods."
This news was welcome indeed. No traders, because of the wall, had come to the north for months.
"We will make a feast for our friend!" cried Kadluk.
BEASTS OF GOR-, Page 294

We lined up, single-file, at his counter. There was a cup and a pitcher of Bazi tea on the counter. Bazi tea is a common beverage on Gor. Many Goreans are fond of it. I was last in line. He took our disks from the out-board and hung them, one by one, in their places, on the in-board.
KAJIRA OF GOR-, Page 332

Turian Wine
I took a large swallow of fierce Paga, washing it down as rapidly as possible. I did not much care for the sweet, syrupy wines of Turia, flavored and sugared to the point where one could almost leave one's fingerprint on their surface.
Nomads of Gor pages 83-84

Kamchak turned to them. "Eat," he said.
Before them had been placed large golden dishes heaped with delicacies prepared by the kitchens of the Ubar, tall precious goblets filled with Turian wines, the small bowls of spices and sugars with their stirring spoons at hand.
The tables were served by naked Turian girls, from the highest families of the city.
Nomads of Gor page 253

One could a tell a Turian because he insisted on celebrating the New Year at the summer solstice, for instance. They also used very sweet, syrupy wines, which were now, in many cities, available.
Captive of Gor page 160

In Turia, even though we had much of the riches of the city at our disposal, there had not been much Paga or Ka-la-na wine. As I may have mentioned the Turians, on the whole, favor thick, sweet wines.
Nomads of Gor page 275

"Drink, Bosk of Port Kar, and restore the honor of Chenbar, and the honor of Sarus, and of Tyros."
I removed the stopper from the vial.
"It may itself be poison," said Samos.
I smelled it. It smelled sweet, not unlike a syrup of Turia.
"Yes," I said, "it may be." It was true what Samos had said. It could be, indeed, that I held in my hand not an antidote, but a lethal dose of some unknown toxin. I thought of Turia, of its baths and wines.
Marauders of Gor page 285

In the cafes, I had feasted well. I had had verr meat, cut in chunks and threaded on a metal rod, with slices of peppers and larma, and roasted; vulo stew with raisins, nuts, onions and honey; a kort with melted cheese and nutmeg; hot Bazi tea, sugared, and, later, Turian wine.
Tribesmen of Gor pages 47-48

Other girls, with bits of food, gave us to feed, with their tiny fingers placing tidbits, delicacies, into our mouths. One girl held back our head, and others, from goblets, gave us of wines, Turian wines, sweet and thick, Ta wine, from the famed Ta grapes, from the terraces of Cos, wines even, Ka-la-nas, sweet and drys, from distant Ar. Our heads swirled. We heard music. Musicians had entered the room. "Feast," said the man on the dais.
Tribesmen of Gor page 213