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His kaiila sprang from the room, bounding across the carpet in the next hall, and then thudding down a corridor toward the main entrance. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #173)

"Properly so," remarked Harold and leaped to his kaiila, untethering the beast and springing to its saddle. "Without me," he said, "you will never find your wagon—and I for one will dawdle here no longer". "Wait!" I cried. His kaiila sprang from the room, bounding across the carpet in the next hall, and then thudding down a corridor toward the main entrance. Muttering I jerked loose the reins of my kaiila from the column to which I had tethered it, leaped to the saddle and raced after Harold, not wishing to be left behind somewhere in the streets of Turia or among the dark wagons beyond the gate, pounding on wagon after wagon to find which one might be mine. I bounded down the stairs of the palace of Phanius Turmus, and sped through the inner and outer courtyard and out into the street, leaving the startled guards trying to salute me as a commander. A few yards beyond the gate I hauled my kaiila up short, rearing and pawing the air. - (Nomads of Gor)