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Signal cloths, pennons and squares, in mixed colors and designs, acknowledging these commands, ran fluttering and streaming onto the stem-castle lines of the Tais. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #134)

This time it was their intention to force our line apart with consistent pressure, not as a shattering bolt, but as a flood, a pressing, an avalanche of wood and steel, regulated, controlled, responsive to the tactical situation instant by instant. Not again would the point of the wedge be lost fruitlessly behind our lines, spending itself in vain against emptiness and spray. Flags, torn by the wind, snapping, sped to our stem-castle lines. Signal cloths, pennons and squares, in mixed colors and designs, acknowledging these commands, ran fluttering and streaming onto the stem-castle lines of the Tais. "She is at full stroke!" said a man. The Tais, her stern low in the water, her ram half lifted from it, knifed to the northeast. "The wedge of the Voskjard approaches!" called an officer on our stem castle. - (Guardsman of Gor)