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Hail Cernus, Ubar of Ar! We who are about to die salute you! I did not join in this salute. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #206)

It was done much as though we were actually trained arena fighters, instead of, supposedly, poor fools and criminals brought in for the sport of the patrons of Ar's cruelest games. The salute was an ancient one, and I have little doubt it was brought to Gor centuries earlier, perhaps by men who had been familiar with arena sports and had initiated them in luxurious Ar, men doubtless from other places and times. I recalled the antiquity of the Voyages of Acquisition, once conducted by Priest-Kings. Hail Cernus, Ubar of Ar! We who are about to die salute you! I did not join in this salute. Four trumpets blared and we squared off against one another. I observed my opponent swinging about as though he could not see me, stumbling here and there, being poked in my direction by an attendant with a whip. Another with a hot iron stood nearby, shouting at the other pairs. - (Assassin of Gor)