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Its splendid, defiant shimmering cylinders loomed proudly behind the snowy marble ramparts, its double walls—the first three hundred feet high; the second, separated from the first by twenty yards, four hundred feet high—walls wide enough to drive six tharlarion wagons abreast on their summits. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #2)

I rose into flight, not thinking about Ko-ro-ba again or the Home Stone. Foolishly perhaps, but with invincible optimism, I lifted the tarn above the Voltai and turned it toward Ar. In Mintar's Compound Ar, beleaguered and dauntless, was a magnificent sight. Its splendid, defiant shimmering cylinders loomed proudly behind the snowy marble ramparts, its double walls—the first three hundred feet high; the second, separated from the first by twenty yards, four hundred feet high—walls wide enough to drive six tharlarion wagons abreast on their summits. Every fifty yards along the walls rose towers, jutting forth so as to expose any attempt at scaling to the fire of their numerous archer ports. Across the city, from the walls to the cylinders and among the cylinders, I could occasionally see the slight flash of sunlight on the swaying tarn wires, literally hundreds of thousands of slender, almost invisible wires stretched in a protective net across the city. Dropping the tarn through such a maze of wire would be an almost impossible task. - (Tarnsman of Gor)