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I watched the lance tremble in the shaking earth, and saw the intentness of the riders as they watched its slightest movement. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #117)

Then, slowly, the four riders began to walk their mounts about the lance, watching it, right hands free to seize it should it begin to fall. The wind seemed to rise. In their way I knew they were honoring me, that they had respected my stand in the matter of the charging lances, that now they were gambling to see who would win me, to whose weapons my blood must flow, beneath the paws of whose kaiila I must fall bloodied to the earth. I watched the lance tremble in the shaking earth, and saw the intentness of the riders as they watched its slightest movement. It would soon fall. I could now see the herds quite clearly, making out individual animals, the shaggy humps moving through the dust, see the sun of the late afternoon glinting off thousands of horns. Here and there I saw riders, darting about, all mounted on the swift, graceful kaiila. - (Nomads of Gor)