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I saw more than one woman, struck from the walkway, reaching out, seizing the walkway, pulled again, screaming, to its safety, even in the midst of the frenzy at its edge. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #297)

Yet I would not have cared to tread that shifting, treacherous, churning surface. The water, close to the landing, by the walkway, was white with their thrashing. I think perhaps they attacked one another as often as those in the water. I saw more than one woman, struck from the walkway, reaching out, seizing the walkway, pulled again, screaming, to its safety, even in the midst of the frenzy at its edge. Among the free women running to, and on, the walkway, under the partial cover of the shields, I saw slave females, too, barefoot and bare-armed, in their tiny skirts, their necks in their light steel collars. The heads of the women who were not hooded I could see were shorn and those of the slave females cropped the shortest of all. Among those hastening on the walkway I then saw a naked figure, stumbling, being dragged by a free woman behind her on a leash. - (Renegades of Gor)