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Kuurus watched, unmoved, as the four Warriors carried their scarlet burden to the height of the huge, sweet-smelling, oil-impregnated pyre. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #30)

At such a time as this Goreans do not sing nor speak. They are silent, for at such a time words mean nothing, and would demean or insult; in such a time there can be for Goreans only silence, memory and fire. The procession was led by four Warriors, who supported on their shoulders a framework of crossed spears, lashed together, on which, wrapped in the scarlet leather of a tarnsman, lay the body. Kuurus watched, unmoved, as the four Warriors carried their scarlet burden to the height of the huge, sweet-smelling, oil-impregnated pyre. Averting their eyes the Warriors threw back the scarlet leather that the body might lie free on the spears, open to the wind and sun. He was a large man, Kuurus noted, in the leather of a Warrior. The hair, he remarked, was unusual. - (Assassin of Gor)