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Nelsa, of course, did not see it, as she was facing away from it, crying out, shaking her fist at the retreating figure of the other rider, now muchly in the distance. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #274)

"Down with Treve!" cried Nelsa, shaking her fist after the rider in the distance. "May her walls be razed and her wealth plundered. May her women be put in collars! May they, and her other slaves, be herded away! May her towers be burned and salt cast upon their ashes!" The approach of the second tarn, soaring, borne on the wind, its wings still, was silent. Nelsa, of course, did not see it, as she was facing away from it, crying out, shaking her fist at the retreating figure of the other rider, now muchly in the distance. It was, accordingly, a simple thing, to drop the capture loop about her standing body. She must, suddenly, her fist still in the air, angry, shouting, have become aware of it, light and soft as a whisper, dropping about her. Then the tarn was past her and the resistance of her own body to the loop caused it to tighten about her. - (Prize of Gor)