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"It's nearly morning," he mumbled, the observation somewhat blurred by the meat packed in his mouth. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #13)

The tarns that Harold and I had stolen from Saphrar's keep several days ago had both been brought into the city and were nearby, for it was thought that such might be needed, if only to convey reports from one point to another. There were also, in the city, of course, hundreds of kaiila, though the main body of such mounts was outside the city, where game could be driven to them with greater ease. I heard someone chewing nearby and noted that Harold, who had thrust some strips of bosk meat from the commissary wagon in his belt, was busily engaged, quiva in hand, with cutting and eating the meat. "It's nearly morning," he mumbled, the observation somewhat blurred by the meat packed in his mouth. I nodded. I saw Kamchak leaning forward, his palms on the wall about the roof, staring at the compound. He seemed humped in the half darkness, short of neck, broad of shoulder. - (Nomads of Gor)