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I did not think the fellow with the rope really wanted to approach the far wall, the outside wall, or weather wall, too closely. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #9)

"Come, come," he said, advancing past me, lying in the straw. There were two others, with set crossbows, in their hands, standing within the cell, rather to the right of the door, as one would face it from the inside. At the door stood our warder. I did not think the fellow with the rope really wanted to approach the far wall, the outside wall, or weather wall, too closely. From time to time we could hear, and sometimes feel, through the floor, the impact of the Cosian projectiles, the great stones, some of which would weigh a thousand pounds or more, flung by mighty catapults, some the size of houses. We could hear, too, as though far off, the rhythmical shock of the battering ram at the gate, where men toiled at the hundred ropes, beneath the long shedlike roof which protected them and the ram. "We do not want to stay here too long," said the warder to the fellow with the rope. - (Renegades of Gor)