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"It is he!" And in that instant the recognition came to me so suddenly and powerfully that the room seemed black for a moment and I could not breathe. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #368)

And the others, too, those with Cernus, laughed, until the room roared with their mirth. My champion was Hup, a Fool, that of Cernus was the brilliant, fiery, competitive Scormus of Ar, the young, phenomenal Scormus, who played first board of the city of Ar and held the highest bridge in the city as the province of his game, the master not only of the Players of Ar but doubtless of Gor as well; four times he had won the cap of gold at the Sardar Fairs; never had he entered a tournament he had not won; there was no Player on Gor who did not acknowledge him his master; the records of his games were hungered for throughout all the cities of Gor; his strategy was marked with a native and powerful subtlety, a profundity and brilliance that had made him, even in his youth, a legend in the harsh cities of Gor; it was little wonder that even Cernus himself stood in awe of this imperious youth. Suddenly Sura cried out. "It is he!" And in that instant the recognition came to me so suddenly and powerfully that the room seemed black for a moment and I could not breathe. Scormus looked irritably from the board at Sura, kneeling bound on the tiles. "Is your slave mad?" he asked of Cernus. "Of course he is Scormus of Ar, Foolish Slave," cried Cernus to Sura. - (Assassin of Gor)