Rough knee-length tunics Two peasants walked by, in their rough tunics, knee-length, of the
white wool of the Hurt. They carried staves and grain sacks. Behind them
came another of their caste, leading two milk verr which he had purchased.
Beasts
Tunic and sandals "Don't," I said to the peasant. "It is already done," he said, wiping
the blade on his tunic. I think the man's neck had been broken by the blow
of my hands under his chin, but he had still been alive. His head now lay
half severed, blood on the peasant's sandals. Gorean men are not patient
with such as he. "The other?" asked the peasant. "There were two," I said.
"Both are gone." I looked into the darkness between the tents.
Beasts
“True,” I said. Did he think that the color of a fellow’s garments was
what made him a warrior? Surely he must realize that one not of the warriors
might affect the scarlet, and that one who wore the grimed gray of a
peasant, one barefoot, and armed only with the great staff, might be
of the scarlet caste. It is not the uniform which makes the warrior, the
soldier.
Magicians
Coarse garments Facing me, clean-shaven, but with a massive, regal face concealed in
the hood of a peasant, his gigantic body broad and powerful in the coarse
rep-cloth garment of what is thought to be Gor's lowest caste, there
stood a man whom I could not mistake, even though it had been years since
I had looked upon him, even though his great beard was now gone, even
though his body now wore the hood and garment of a peasant.
Assassin
There are physical features common to peasant men.
Big, broad-shouldered
Large handed.
That a man is a peasant is obvious in his bones and body.
(Note - this is due to the fact that mating normally takes place within
caste (SEE Caste on Gor) Thurnus was a shaggy haired fellow, with yellow hair, big,
broad-shouldered, large-handed, clearly in his bones and body of
the peasants. He was caste leader in Tabuk’s Ford.
Slave Girl
Here, a peasant from north of the river, also described as large. The proprietor of the tavern took the red-haired dancing girl by the arm,
she crying out, and thrust her in her costume, ten slender silver chains,
five before and five behind, depending from her collar from the sand.
She fell at the side of the sand and crouching turned about, looking
back.
"This is Jason!" called the proprietor, indicating me. "He wagers ten
copper tarks he can best any man in the house." "It is true," I called
stepping to the sand, pulling off the tunic. "I wager he cannot!" called
a large fellow, a peasant from north of the river.
Rogue
The peasant is a strong fellow. The Gorean peasant is a resolute, strong fellow, upright and stubborn,
who prides himself on his land and his sovereignty.
Slave Girl