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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. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #476)

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. Trying to block in the wrong position he nearly hit the top of the edged ring and the startled bird was carried far out of the ring track and had to wheel to reenter the track. - (Assassin of Gor)