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To be sure, how could he have hoped to make a catch when the girls were hidden by the laundry, protected by the lines, could take refuge under the racks, and such? Ellen was now on her knees amidst the lines, her hands lifted, as though she might fend away blows. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #266)

Above her, now darting away, was a gigantic bird, an enormous bird, a saddlebird, its wings with a span of thirty or more feet, and, seemingly tiny on its back, was a helmeted man! Ellen had heard an angry cry from the man above her, and words in Gorean she did not recognize, words that had certainly never been taught to her, a slave girl. She had no doubt that the man was cursing, and richly, the failure of his strike. Then they were away. To be sure, how could he have hoped to make a catch when the girls were hidden by the laundry, protected by the lines, could take refuge under the racks, and such? Ellen was now on her knees amidst the lines, her hands lifted, as though she might fend away blows. Nelsa sped past her, laughing, and clambered to the height of the nearest undamaged rack. She went to its very height, and stood there, balanced, outlined against the sky, her hair shaken in the wind, her gown whipping about her body. "Clumsy oaf!" she screamed after the retreating rider. - (Prize of Gor)