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I thought for a moment I might clean it on the golden strands of the Beetle's strange mane but I discovered these were wet with foul, glutinous exudate, the source of that unpleasant, narcotic odor which still permeated the passageway. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #13)

I did not wish to resheath my sword, for it was coated with the body fluids of the Golden Beetle. I wondered how many more such creatures might dwell in similar passages and caverns near the tunnels of the Priest-Kings. The plastic tunic I wore did not provide an absorbent surface with which to clean the blade. I thought for a moment I might clean it on the golden strands of the Beetle's strange mane but I discovered these were wet with foul, glutinous exudate, the source of that unpleasant, narcotic odor which still permeated the passageway. My eyes fell on Vika of Treve. She had not yet made her contribution to the business of the day. So I tore a handful of cloth from her garment and on this I wiped my hands and the blade. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)