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The rider had clearly seen me and was moving his mount steadily toward me. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #93)

It would not, of course, be to the benefit of Turia, or the farther cities, or, indeed, any of the free cities of even northern Gor, if the isolated fierce peoples of the south were to join behind a single standard and turn their herds northward—away from their dry plains to the lusher reaches of the valleys of the eastern Cartius, perhaps even beyond them to those of the Vosk. Little would be safe if the Wagon Peoples should march. A thousand years ago it was said they had carried devastation as far as the walls of Ar and Ko-ro-ba. The rider had clearly seen me and was moving his mount steadily toward me. I could now see as well, though separated by hundreds of yards, three other riders approaching. One was circling to approach from the rear. The mount of the Wagon Peoples, unknown in the northern hemisphere of Gor, is the terrifying but beautiful kaiila. - (Nomads of Gor)