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The trail, within its narrow boundaries, the rock on one side, the fall on the other, constituted a suitable trap, or slaughter channel, for our paralyzed, bewildered, confined enemies. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #475)

The trail then, long and winding, visible in many of its lengths from the height of the escarpment, seemed choked with Yellow Knives. It was like an odd, upward-moving, arrested river of beasts and men, suddenly stopped, immobilized, in its flow. We could even see many Yellow Knives, puzzled, milling about, near the foot of the trail, hundreds of feet below. The trail, within its narrow boundaries, the rock on one side, the fall on the other, constituted a suitable trap, or slaughter channel, for our paralyzed, bewildered, confined enemies. "No!" screamed Iwoso. "No!" Lodges, with their poles, were thrown back and men emerged, dragging at the ropes of small travois, heavily laden with stones. Others, with their hands, and levers, began to roll larger stones, even boulders, toward the edge of the escarpment. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)