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And to this day I bless the tarn keepers of Ko-ro-ba for the painstaking training they had given the great bird. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #173)

They swept toward me, about five yards apart, to close on either side of me, to force the wings of my tarn up and hold it for the moment they would need, trapped motionless between their own mounts. I had no time to think, but somehow I was aware that my sword was now in my hand and the tarn-goad thrust in my belt. As we crashed in the air, I sharply jerked back the one-strap, bringing the steel-shod talons of my war tarn into play. And to this day I bless the tarn keepers of Ko-ro-ba for the painstaking training they had given the great bird. Or perhaps I should bless the fighting spirit of that plumed giant, my war tarn, that terrible thing the Older Tarl had called a tarn of tarns. Beak and talons rending, uttering ear-shattering screams, my tarn slashed at the other two birds. I crossed swords with the nearer of the two warriors in a brief passage that could have lasted only an instant. - (Tarnsman of Gor)