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There was suddenly a sound, a striking, as of a fist struck quickly, sharply, yet softly, into a chest, and the soldier atop the tharlarion wagon, he surveying the prairie, stiffened, stood unnaturally still for a moment, and then, half turning, knees buckling, tumbled from the surface of his post, from the wagon bed, falling into the grass. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2088)

"With this," said he, brandishing the weapon, "Priest-Kings fear me!" "Abandon it while you have time," said the officer. "Priest-Kings do not exist," said Mirus, irritably. "You are all foolish barbarians". There was suddenly a sound, a striking, as of a fist struck quickly, sharply, yet softly, into a chest, and the soldier atop the tharlarion wagon, he surveying the prairie, stiffened, stood unnaturally still for a moment, and then, half turning, knees buckling, tumbled from the surface of his post, from the wagon bed, falling into the grass. Soldiers cried out in consternation. "Be vigilant!" cried the officer to the guards at the perimeter. Almost at the same time he himself leapt to the surface of the wagon, stood up and looked about the camp. - (Prize of Gor)