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This the rear guard of the Yellow Knives, packed against their retreating fellows, the rock on one side, the drop on the other, their eyes wide with horror, must watch bounding inexorably toward them. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #500)

Slowly, with difficulty on the narrow trail, some backing down, some turning, some falling, the Yellow Knives on the lower lengths of the trail, pressing back among their fellows at the foot of Council Rock, freed the lower ascents, enabling their trapped fellows on the upper reaches of the trail, those so exposed to our pleasure, to begin their own laborious, tortuous descent. Their retreat was harried by the further flinging of stones and rolling boulders. The barricade at the summit of the trail, with its sharpened wooden stakes, with their bloodied points, was even temporarily removed, to permit the rolling down the trail of a great boulder. This the rear guard of the Yellow Knives, packed against their retreating fellows, the rock on one side, the drop on the other, their eyes wide with horror, must watch bounding inexorably toward them. Then it struck amongst them. It took perhaps a dozen men from the trail and then bounded down the rock face and, a few Ihn later, skipping and leaping almost like a pebble, possessing such terrible forces, yet seeming so small from this height, it caromed off the foot of the rock face and then landed, rolling and bounding, among scattering Yellow Knives on the grass below. Iwoso looked at Hci. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)