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With the noose of marsh vine I dragged him over the side of the hull, lowering him into the marsh, holding him until I felt the tharlarion take him from me, drawing him away. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #116)

Having no large number of men at my disposal, it seemed best to me to let the men of Port Kar themselves do most of my fighting. Standing below the hull, quite close, in the shifting rence craft, I made a small clicking noise, a sound that meant nothing but, in the darkness, meaning nothing, would be startling, terrifying in its uncomprehended import. I heard the sudden intake of breath which marked the position of a man. With the noose of marsh vine I dragged him over the side of the hull, lowering him into the marsh, holding him until I felt the tharlarion take him from me, drawing him away. Slaves chained at the benches began to cry out with fear. I heard men running from both sides toward the place from which came the cries of the slaves. In the darkness they met one another, shouting, brandishing their weapons. - (Raiders of Gor)