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But, too, perhaps it is men from the warring towns, as reported by the cloth workers, intensely combing the hills and fields for harmless Turians. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #777)

"Oh! Oh!" he cried. "Is that dust upon the horizon? Or is it perhaps my imagination? It could be a group of verr, browsing in the fields. But, too, perhaps, it is nothing. But, too, perhaps it is men from the warring towns, as reported by the cloth workers, intensely combing the hills and fields for harmless Turians. Perhaps I should teach them a lesson. But then again, perhaps it is nothing, a stirring of wind, or even only my imagination. I wonder in what direction I should go? I shall let my sword decide!" Here he seemingly closed his eyes and swung his sword about in vast, eccentric circles. - (Players of Gor)