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In these moments, of course, the sleen was forgotten. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #874)

How helplessly they were held in place, so perfectly behind me, by the binding fiber! I could not begin to free myself! "It is a marvelous trick," called Hendow to the small fellow. "Do it again! Make them seem to speak!" The leader of the beasts, then, in fury, and in some inhuman, snarling, barbarous, fierce tongue, something like the roar of a lion, the hiss of a sleen, the snarl of a panther, yet clearly, frighteningly, an articulated stream of sound, some form of modulated utterance, communicated with its fellows. He then pointed to Hendow. In these moments, of course, the sleen was forgotten. It, however, had never taken its eyes off the nearest of the beasts. The first beast charged at Hendow but never reached him. Borko sprang for its throat, seized it in his jaws, and clung to that great body, his back four legs tearing and ripping at its belly. - (Dancer of Gor)