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In that moment, in a great flash of lightning, she saw a figure, that of the officer, hurling aside his blankets, rising angrily to his feet. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2285)

"I beg mercy, Master!" wept Ellen. "You will receive none, slave," he snarled. "Aiii!" cried the slave. In that moment, in a great flash of lightning, she saw a figure, that of the officer, hurling aside his blankets, rising angrily to his feet. And at the same time she heard a cry of rage from beneath the boards of the inverted wagon, and the entire surface beneath her, seemed to shudder, and buck, once, twice, exerting force upon the straining ropes fastened to the stakes, and then the wagon rose up, suddenly, the ropes tautening and dragging stakes from the softened, rain-drenched earth. "Alert!" cried the officer, his weapon drawn, momentarily illuminated in another chainlike, frightening blazing in the sky. The soldier, the armsman, cursing, leapt from its surface. - (Prize of Gor)