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All I received for my trouble were the angry shouts of the man leading the kaiila string. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #508)

Flinging the paga bottle aside, a swirl of the liquid flying out of it, I whirled and saw, some fifty feet away, between two wagons, the dark figure of the hooded man, he of the Clan of Torturers, who had been following me. He turned and ran, and I, drawing my sword, ran stumbling after him but in less than a moment or two I found my pursuit cut short by a string of tied kaiila being returned after having been released to hunt on the plains. By the time I could manage to avoid their buffeting bodies and crawl under the rope that joined them, my assailant was gone. All I received for my trouble were the angry shouts of the man leading the kaiila string. Indeed, one of the vicious beasts even snapped at me, ripping the sleeve on my shoulder. Angry I returned to the wagon and drew the quiva from the boards. By this time the owner of the wagon, who was naturally curious about the matter, was beside me. - (Nomads of Gor)