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The two slaves near me bent to the rack windlass. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #198)

It amounted to the destruction of one roofed area where Ka-la-na wood was stored, and the partial destruction of another; one small warehouse for the storage of pitch, one of several, had been destroyed; two dry docks had been lost, and the shop of the oar-makers, near the warehouse for oars, had been damaged; the warehouse itself, as it turned out, had escaped the fire. Some of those who had started these fires, who had been apprehended, now, under the torches, screamed on the racks beneath the chamber of the Council of Captains. Most, however, their retreat covered by crossbowmen, had escaped and fled to the holding of Henrius Sevarius. The two slaves near me bent to the rack windlass. There was a creak of wood, the sound of the pawl, locking, dropping into a new notch on the ratchet, a hideous scream. "Have the patrols been doubled?" I asked a captain nearby. "Yes," he said, "and their perimeters extended by fifty pasangs". - (Raiders of Gor)