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I wore my sword; I carried the killing knife I had taken from the back of Mip; lastly, thrust in my belt, was the double-edged quiva, the Tuchuk saddle knife. There was a sudden clang of the judge's bar and the rope stretched before the tarns was jerked away. The tarns, with the exception of my own, hurled themselves screaming, wings snapping, from the perches and streaked for the first of the side rings. "Hold!" I had cried, and the great beast I rode, though it trembled, eyes blazing, did not leave the perch. There was a cry of dismay from those near my perch. There was a roar of surprise, and of consternation, from the stands. I looked across to the box of Cernus, Ubar of Ar, and lifted my hand to him, in mock salute. - (Assassin of Gor)