Results Details

It is one thing to force a bird or rider into the padded bars, and another against the great, swinging knives that were now the rings. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #448)

I glanced at the tarn heads remaining on the poles and saw, to my dismay, only eleven remained. I could have forced my way past the nonfaction rider ahead of me but, with the edged rings, it would be at great risk to both of us, and to our tarns. He, no more than I, I am sure, cared to kill his bird or slay the opposing rider. It is one thing to force a bird or rider into the padded bars, and another against the great, swinging knives that were now the rings. As I coursed behind him I realized that he, doubtless, like many others, had studied the races of Gladius of Cos, as Gladius of Cos had studied theirs. Yet, unfortunately, though the man ahead of me was a veteran rider he had ridden little at the Stadium of Tarns, being from distant Tor. I had never seen him race before, and Mip had told me nothing of him. - (Assassin of Gor)