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Bracing himself against the wind, the antennae struggling to retain their focus on me, he took one delicate step toward me across the metal surface of the disk. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #164)

Across the left eye disk there was an irregular whitish seam. At last I spoke. "Do not stand long in the sun," said I, "Misk". Bracing himself against the wind, the antennae struggling to retain their focus on me, he took one delicate step toward me across the metal surface of the disk. Then he stood there, in his some eighteen feet of golden height, balancing on his four posterior, four-jointed supporting appendages, the two anterior, four-jointed grasping appendages, each with its four, delicate, tiny prehensile hooks, held lightly, alertly before his body in the characteristic stance of Priest-Kings. About the tube that joined his head to his thorax, on a slender chain, hung the small, round compact translator. "Do not stand so long in the sun," I said to him. - (Assassin of Gor)