"The officer had proposed, as clearly as one might, that the city be abandoned to the flames, and to the ravaging seaman of Cos and Tyros. Port Kar had no Home Stone. 
"How many of you think," I asked, "that Port Kar has no Home Stone?" 
The men looked at one another, puzzled. All knew, of course, that she had no Home Stone. There was silence. 
Then, after a time, Tab said, "I think that she might have one." 
"But," said I, "she does not yet have one." 
"No," said Tab. 
"I," said one of the men, "wonder what it would be like to live in a city where there was a Home Stone." 
"How does a city obtain a Home Stone?" I asked. 
"Men decide that she shall have one," said Tab. 
"Yes," I said, "that is how it is that a city obtains a Home Stone." 
The men looked at one another. 
"Send the slave boy Fish before me," I said. 
The men looked at one another, not understanding, but went to fetch the boy. I knew that none of the slaves would have fled. They would not have been able to. The alarm had come in the night, and, at night, in a Gorean household, it is common for the slaves to be confined; certainly in my house, a wise precaution, I kept my slaves well secured; even Midice, when she had snuggled against me in the love when I had finished with her, was always chained the right ankle to the slave ring set in the bottom of my couch. Fish would have been chained in the kitchen, side by side with Vina. The boy, white-faced, alarmed, was shoved into my presence. 
"Go outside," I told him, "and find a rock, and bring to me." 
He looked at me. 
"Hurry!" I said. 
He turned about and ran from the room. We waited quietly, not speaking, until he had returned. He held in his hand a sizable rock, somewhat bigger than my fist. It was a common rock, not very large, and gray and heavy, granular in texture. I took the rock. 
"A knife," I said. 
I was handed a knife. I cut in the rock the initials, in block Gorean script, of Port Kar. Then I held out in my hand the rock. I held it up so that the men could see. 
"What have I here?" I asked. 
Tab said it, and quietly, "The Home Stone of Port Kar." 
"Now," said I, facing the man who had told me there was but one choice, that of flight, "Shall we fly?" 
He looked at the simple rock, wonderingly. "I have never had a Home Stone before," he said. 
"Shall we fly?" I asked. 
"Not if we have a Home Stone," he said. 
I held up the rock. "Do we have a Home Stone?" I asked the men. 
"I will accept it as my Home Stone," said the slave boy, Fish. None of the men laughed. The first to accept the Home Stone of Port Kar was only a boy, and a slave. But he had spoken as a Ubar. 
"And I!" cried Thurnock, in his great, booming voice. 
"And I!" said Clitus. 
"And I!" said Tab. 
"And I!" cried the men in the room. And, suddenly the room was filled with cheers and more than a hundred weapons left their sheaths and saluted the Home Stone of Port Kar: I saw weathered seamen weep and cry out brandishing their swords. There was joy in that room then such as I had never before seen it. And there was a belonging, and a victory, and a meaningfulness, and cries, and the clashing of weapons, and tears and, in that instant love." 
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