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His abdomen, drained of Gur, was now normal and he stalked regally to the door, moving on those light, feathery feet with the delicate steps of one of nature's masters. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #66)

In all this time not one of them had so much as glanced in our direction, so single-minded were they in their work. When not actively engaged in gathering Gur their round dark eyes were lifted like dark curves to the Priest-Kings who clung to the ceiling far over their heads. At last I saw one Priest-King move from the ceiling and climb backwards down the wall. His abdomen, drained of Gur, was now normal and he stalked regally to the door, moving on those light, feathery feet with the delicate steps of one of nature's masters. When there several Muls flanked him on either side, still singing, and holding their torches and carrying their vessels which now brimmed with a pale, milky substance, something like white, diluted honey. The Priest-King, escorted by Muls, then began to move slowly, step by majestic step, down the passage outside of the chamber. He was followed by another Priest-King, and then another, until all but one Priest-King had departed the chamber. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)