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I continued upward, sometimes climbing hand over hand, feverishly, as I could, the rope momentarily arrested, at other times then, the rope moving rapidly upward, doing little more than clinging to it, sometimes, again, both climbing and being drawn upward. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #404)

"Fire!" I heard from the trench. Two more quarrels struck near me. "Fire!" I heard from above. I continued upward, sometimes climbing hand over hand, feverishly, as I could, the rope momentarily arrested, at other times then, the rope moving rapidly upward, doing little more than clinging to it, sometimes, again, both climbing and being drawn upward. I swung as I could, too, and kicked away from the wall, that the target of the men in the trench would move in more than one plane. More quarrels struck about me, bursting chips from the wall, some striking me like stinging pebbles, then, at last, after a seemingly endless ascent, hands burning and raw, I was at the height of the wall, some eighty feet above the embankment, and hands reached out, seized me, and pulled me inward, through a crenel. "My thanks!" I gasped. - (Renegades of Gor)