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I sensed a signal from the Mother, the first I had sensed, and it was scarcely detectable. It was "No". But Sarm looked about himself to the golden rows of immobile Priest-Kings who watched him and then, satisfied, he opened those great, laterally moving jaws and advanced slowly on Misk. At that instant I kicked loose the grille on the ventilator shaft and uttering the war cry of Ko-ro-ba sprang to the Platform of the Mother and in another instant had leaped between Sarm and Misk, my sword drawn. "Hold, Priest-King!" I cried. Never before had a human set foot in this chamber and I knew not if I had committed sacrilege but I did not care, for my friend was in danger. Horror coursed through the ranks of the assembled Priest-Kings and their antennae waved wildly and their golden frames shook with rage, and hundreds of them must have simultaneously turned on their translators for I heard almost immediately from everywhere before me the contrastingly calm translation of their threats and protests. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)