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I looked at the man on the floor of the booth, he twisted there, awry, on the closely woven, thin, flat carpet, it spread over the broad, stony tiles of the piazza, he in whose heart I had left his own knife. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #1256)

Samos then withdrew from the booth. I remained inside for a few Ehn. It would not be well for him to be seen with me at this time. I looked at the man on the floor of the booth, he twisted there, awry, on the closely woven, thin, flat carpet, it spread over the broad, stony tiles of the piazza, he in whose heart I had left his own knife. I recalled the tale of Yngvar, the Far-Traveled. There was a new order, I surmised, in the Sardar. I did not regret what I had done in the case of Zarendargar. - (Players of Gor)