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I was forced to remind myself that between these two lines of stakes men would soon fight and die. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #193)

The stakes had recently been, I observed, brightly painted, each differently, in a delightful array of colors; further, each was trimmed and decorated variously, depending on the whim of the workman, sometimes simply, sometimes fancifully, sometimes ornately. The entire aspect was one of color, good cheer, lightheartedness and gaiety. There was something of the sense of carnival in the air. I was forced to remind myself that between these two lines of stakes men would soon fight and die. I noted some of the workmen still affixing small retaining rings to some of the stakes, bolting them one on a side, usually about five feet to five and a half feet from the ground. A workman sprang a pair shut, and then opened them with a key, which he subsequently hung from a tiny hook near the top of the stake. I heard some musicians, come out early from Turia, playing a light tune behind the Turian stakes, about fifty yards or so away. - (Nomads of Gor)