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There, sitting, heavily chained to a sleen ring, its plate bolted into the stone, wrists and ankles fastened quite closely to it, was a large, naked, bearded man, the burly fellow. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #755)

I had now returned the tarn to the vicinity of the Crooked Tarn. I then made three passes near the Crooked Tarn, two over the palisade, over the tarn wire, and a third near its bridge and gate. In the first pass I hovered the bird for a time, some fifty yards over a portion of the court on the top of the palisaded plateau, one rather behind and to the left of the main inn buildings, as one would face them, entering. There, sitting, heavily chained to a sleen ring, its plate bolted into the stone, wrists and ankles fastened quite closely to it, was a large, naked, bearded man, the burly fellow. I gathered he had not had the means wherewith to pay his bill. Seeing me, he seemed somehow agitated, even extremely so. He could do little more, however, than crouch, struggling, and pulling, at the ring, his head back, his face upward. - (Renegades of Gor)