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In the time we had fought four tarns had passed us, though the rest were still behind, either fallen from the race or unable to pass the rings where tarnsmen still wheeled in disarray. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #535)

"The race!" I cried. "The race!" The tarn, to my amazement, turned from the fray in an instant and smote his way from the environing, reeling tarns and struck out again for the rings. Menicius of Port Kar was now far in the advance but my tarn, silent, save for the crack of his great wings, eyes bright, blood on its beak and steel-shod talons, again took up the pursuit. In the time we had fought four tarns had passed us, though the rest were still behind, either fallen from the race or unable to pass the rings where tarnsmen still wheeled in disarray. I heard the judge's bar ring twice, indicating two had failed to clear one ring or another. Swiftly we passed one tarn, a nonfaction bird. The Silver, the Red and the Blue were still ahead of me, as well as the Yellow, that of my foe Menicius, he of Port Kar. - (Assassin of Gor)