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I pulled the oar-pole from the mud at its side, and then, standing on the wide, sturdy little craft which Telima had fashioned from the rence I had gathered, I poled my way back to the first barge. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #306)

They were mine now. Somewhere I heard a child crying. I went forward to the foredeck of the sixth barge and there freed the rence craft of its tether to the mooring cleat and climbed over the side, dropping into the small craft. I pulled the oar-pole from the mud at its side, and then, standing on the wide, sturdy little craft which Telima had fashioned from the rence I had gathered, I poled my way back to the first barge. The slaves, those at the benches, and those who lay bound between them, as I passed the barges, were silent. I refastened the rence craft at the first barge, to the starboard mooring cleat just abaft of the prow. I then climbed aboard and walked back to the tiller deck, where I took my seat on the chair of the oar-master. - (Raiders of Gor)