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* * * * The next few days were among the happiest of my life, as Talena and I became a part of Mintar's slow, ample caravan, members of its graceful, interminable, colorful procession. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #106)

"Keep her in your tent," snarled the attendant. "Let the Priest-Kings blast me if she didn't do it," said Kazrak with admiration, "A true she-tharlarion". Talena lifted a bloody nose to me and smiled brightly. * * * * The next few days were among the happiest of my life, as Talena and I became a part of Mintar's slow, ample caravan, members of its graceful, interminable, colorful procession. It seemed the routine of the journey would never end, and I grew enamored of the long line of wagons, each filled with its various goods, those mysterious metals and gems, rolls of cloth, foodstuffs, wines and paga, weapons and harness, cosmetics and perfumes, medicines and slaves. Mintar's caravan, like most, was harnessed long before dawn and traveled until the heat of the day. Camp would be made early in the afternoon. - (Tarnsman of Gor)