Results Details

I heard another bird, one following it, strike it, screams of rage, those of tarns and men. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #475)

I decided at the next attempt in passing I would, regardless of what I felt like, pass at the position of the numeral nine on Gorean chronometers. I heard a curse as I shot past the startled rider, who seemed suddenly confused, looking about. His tarn lost its rhythm. I heard another bird, one following it, strike it, screams of rage, those of tarns and men. By the time there were seven tarn heads remaining on the poles I had caught up to the rider for the Blues, who held a poor fourth. He was on a swifter bird than the rider from Tor but he was not the rider that was the other. I passed him on the lower left after a feint to the upper right. - (Assassin of Gor)