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I cursed as an arrow creased my shoulder, as the tarn's great wings smote the air and the monster took to flight. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #39)

I leaped upward and seized the saddle-ring, inadvertently dislodging the mounting ladder. In an instant I had attained the saddle of the tarn and drew back savagely on the one-strap. The heavily robed figure was trying to climb the mounting ladder, but was impeded by the weight and ornate inflexibility of her garments. I cursed as an arrow creased my shoulder, as the tarn's great wings smote the air and the monster took to flight. He was in the air, and the passage of arrows sang in my ears, the cries of enraged men, and the long, piercing, terrified scream of a girl. I looked down, dismayed. The heavily robed figure was still clinging desperately to the mounting ladder. - (Tarnsman of Gor)