I hurried to the counter and handed Busebius, who was beaming, the paga vessel and strap. Again it had been emptied. He dipped the vessel into a great vat of paga and returned it to me. 'Paga! Paga!' I heard. I did not even have time to slip the vessel on its strap over my shoulder. Holding its two handles with my hands, I fled back, with a jangle of slave bells, to the floor, to serve.
"Slave Girl of Gor" pg 298

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