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Even the blunt-headed wooden quarrels, suitable for stunning birds, were gone. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #263)

It was only now, oddly, in recollection that it seemed to me I might have heard something there, cutting at the stone, and other things, too, like hissed whispers about me. A young fellow, one of the two of an age to be lads whom I had seen on the wall, appeared on the steps leading to the upper battlements. He had only two quarrels left, one in the guide, the other grasped in his hand, with the bow, not really quarrels even, only sharpened rods. Even the blunt-headed wooden quarrels, suitable for stunning birds, were gone. I had used him, and the other, he between the command post and the west, the other between the command post and the east, as messengers, hoping in this way to keep them within the semblance of interior lines, out of the thickest fighting. "They cannot hold on the west walkway!" he cried. "They give way!" I issued orders and he raced back. - (Renegades of Gor)