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That night I met with Harold, whose men had been fighting among the wagons. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #86)

It was now near nightfall and I was confident the Paravaci, who greatly outnumbered us, perhaps in the order of ten or twenty to one, would wait until morning before pressing the advantage of their numbers. When, on the whole, the long-term balance of battle would seem to lie with them, there would be little point in their undertaking the risk of darkness. In the morning, however, they would presumably avoid the herd, find a clear avenue of attack, and strike, perhaps even through the wagons, pinning us against our own herd. That night I met with Harold, whose men had been fighting among the wagons. He had cleared several areas of Paravaci but they were still, here and there, among the wagons. Taking council with Harold, we dispatched a rider to Kamchak in Turia, informing him of the situation, and that we had little hope of holding out. "It will make little difference," said Harold. - (Nomads of Gor)