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I looked down to the track, and could not speak. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #228)

They had not exactly attempted to become friends with me, but they had not avoided me; and often where I was I found them about. "Now that is a bird!" cried Ho-Sorl, as the low, wheeled platforms were being drawn on the track. I heard several in the crowd cry out in amazement. I looked down to the track, and could not speak. I sat frozen on the tier. I could not breathe. Throughout the stands, startling those multitudes, unsettling the other birds being drawn by the horned tharlarion on the low carts, there was heard the sudden shrill, ringing challenge scream of a tarn, unhooded, a giant tarn, black, a wild mountain cry of one of Gor's fiercest, most beautiful predators, that might have been heard in the sharp crags of the Mountains of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, or even among the red peaks of the lofty, magnificent Voltai itself, or perhaps in battle far above the swirling land below as tarnsmen met in duels to the death. - (Assassin of Gor)