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"It is he who stole the dispatches, he who so discomfited me, he who made off with my coins, my clothing, my gear, my tarn!" I supposed Borton could not be blamed entirely for his ill will. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1089)

There was a fellow there. I thought I could use him. "It is he, too, who was at the Crooked Tarn!" cried Borton, wildly. "It is he who stole the dispatches, he who so discomfited me, he who made off with my coins, my clothing, my gear, my tarn!" I supposed Borton could not be blamed entirely for his ill will. The last time I had seen him, before this evening, I aflight, astride his tarn, hovering the bird, preparing shortly to make away, he had been in the yard of the Crooked Tarn, chained naked there, still soaked wet from the bath, to a sleen ring. It had been strong enough to hold him, despite his size and strength, even when he had seen me, which occurrence had apparently caused him agitation. I had waved the courier's pouch to him, cheerily. - (Vagabonds of Gor)