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It had seemed strange to me that Kamchak, the resolute, implacable Kamchak of the Tuchuks, had so soon surrendered his assault on the city—not that I expected it would have been, if prolonged, successful. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #209)

The heavy merchant wagon was near the main gate now and it was being waved forward. I looked out over the prairie, in the direction that had been taken by the Tuchuk wagons. Some five days now they had been gone. It had seemed strange to me that Kamchak, the resolute, implacable Kamchak of the Tuchuks, had so soon surrendered his assault on the city—not that I expected it would have been, if prolonged, successful. Indeed, I respected his wisdom—withdrawing in the face of a situation in which there was nothing to be gained and, considering the vulnerability of the wagons and bosk to tarnsmen, much to be lost. He had done the wise thing. But how it must have hurt him—he, Kamchak—to turn the wagons and withdraw from Turia, leaving Kutaituchik unavenged and Saphrar of Turia triumphant. - (Nomads of Gor)