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"My plan exactly," said Harold, "but first should you not teach me to master the tarn?" I heard Hereena moan with horror and she began to struggle madly to free herself of the scarves that bound her. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #84)

Then I emerged in the chamber below the roof of the keep and there found Harold, sitting on the bottom rung of the last ladder, breathing heavily, Hereena lying squirming at his feet. "I have been waiting for you," said Harold, gasping. "Let us proceed," I said, "lest the tarns be flown from the roof and we be isolated in the tower". "My plan exactly," said Harold, "but first should you not teach me to master the tarn?" I heard Hereena moan with horror and she began to struggle madly to free herself of the scarves that bound her. "Normally," I said, "it takes years to become a skilled tarnsman". "That is all well and good," responded Harold, "but can you not impart certain important information relating to the matter in a briefer span?" "Come to the roof!" I cried. I preceded Harold up the ladder and thrust up the trap admitting us to the roof. - (Nomads of Gor)