Results Details

When I made a turn I would take the hilt of the sword, in order to protect the blade, and scratch a small sign indicating the direction from which I had come. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #49)

I returned and held the torch and her body was the same as before, the eyes fixed with the same expression of frozen horror, so I left the chamber. I continued to search the stony passages of the tunnels of the Golden Beetle but I saw no sign of the creature. I held my sword in my right hand and the Mul-Torch in my left. When I made a turn I would take the hilt of the sword, in order to protect the blade, and scratch a small sign indicating the direction from which I had come. It was a long, eerie search, in the blue light of the Mul-Torch, thrusting it into one crevice and another, trying one passage and then the next. As I wandered through these passages my sorrow for Vika of Treve struggled with my hatred for the Golden Beetle until I forced myself to clear my head of emotion and concentrate on the task at hand. But still, as the Mul-Torch burned lower and I yet encountered no sign of the Golden Beetle, my thoughts turned ever and again to the still form of Vika lying in the cavern of the Golden Beetle. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)