"Perhaps," said she. "Have you other perfumes?"
My assistant, hopefully, lifted a vial.
"No," I hissed to him. "In an instant such a woman will see through such a scent."
"Let me smell it," said she.
"It is nothing, lady," I whined, "though among the highest born and most beautiful of the women of the Physicians it is much favored."
"Let me smell it," she said.
I removed the cork, and turned away my head, as though shamed.
She held it to her nose. "It stinks," she said.
Hastily I corked the vial and, angrily, thrust it back into the hand of my embarrassed assistant, who returned it to its place.
Hilda sat in a great curule chair, carved with the sign of Scagnar, a serpent-ship, seen frontally. On each post of the chair, carved, was the head of a snarling sleen. She smiled, coldly.
I reached for another vial. She wore rich green velvet, closed high about her neck, trimmed with gold.
She took the next vial, which I had opened for her. "No," she said, handing it back to me.
Her hair, long, was braided. It was tied with golden string.
"I had no understanding," said she, "that the wares of Ar were so inferior."
Marauders of Gor Book 9 Pages 111 - 115 (Part of the larger scene that takes place with Hilda that Haughty)
So not ALL Physicians were poor, yet again Norman contradicts himself, and the Green Cross of do gooders that like to portray the Caste in SL need to think about that.