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At last I saw, far across the plaza, the slowly stalking figure of Misk. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #17)

"I wish to see my Master triumph!" she begged, and that argument seemed to sway golden Sarm, and Vika found herself a member of our party. I myself was forced to walk perhaps a dozen paces in front of Sarm, who held his grasping appendage near the control box which would, he supposed, activate the golden net he believed to be fused into the tissues of my brain. Vika walked at his side. At last I saw, far across the plaza, the slowly stalking figure of Misk. How tender I felt toward the golden giant in that moment as I realized that he, though a Priest-King, had come to give his life for mine, simply because we had once locked antennae, simply because we were friends, simply because there was Nest Trust between us. He stopped and we stopped. And then we began to walk slowly towards one another again across the square tiles of that plaza in the secret Nest of Priest-Kings. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)