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I proceeded on toward the raised platform over the main gate, where the impaling spear, flashing in the sun like a polished needle, was mounted. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #79)

The oil tends to hold the fire on the object. I passed two catapults on the walkway. They were quiet now, not even manned. I proceeded on toward the raised platform over the main gate, where the impaling spear, flashing in the sun like a polished needle, was mounted. I passed another lad, too, also, in my opinion, too young to be on the wall. Better these fellows had been running about the windy corners of the markets, looking for the veils to blow about the faces of free women or pursuing slave girls, pulling up their brief skirts, playing "brand guess," or busying themselves playing stones or hoops behind the shops. He was crouching beside a pile of stones, building stones, and tiles. - (Renegades of Gor)