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The crews to the catapults, now! Yes, to the engines! You men there, you can see where this tower will come, there by the stairs. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #524)

Where was Aemilianus! How dispirited seemed the defenders! How listlessly they stood! How resigned to their fate! What preparations did they make for the towers? Did they think they now faced only fellows on ladders, fellows climbing ropes, the clinging, climbing, creeping, shouting swarms, stinging with spears and blades, that they knew from a hundred trails in the past? They would be swept aside like dried leaves before the descendent blast of Torvaldsland. Were Cosians not to know their swords had been warmed and nicked in their romp? "Ho, fools!" I cried, striding down the walkway. "The bridges will drop and you will think an avalanche of iron has spilled upon you! How shall you meet it? Let it spill on your heads? Clever fellows! Bring poles! Bring stones! You, fetch grapnels and ropes. The crews to the catapults, now! Yes, to the engines! You men there, you can see where this tower will come, there by the stairs. Break away the stone there! Open a great gap! You there, bring tarn wire!" "Who are you?" cried a man. "One who holds this sword!" I said. "Do you want it in your gut?" "You are not Marsias!" cried another. - (Renegades of Gor)