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The slave crawled closer to the center of the large, rude raft, some yards in width, and lay there, supine, her left arm shading her eyes from the light, amidst the small store of supplies, one property amongst others. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #38)

"Tharlarion," said Grendel, resting on the mighty oar with which he propelled the raft. Grendel then again plied his mighty lever. "Lita," said Cabot, "lie nearer the center of the raft". The slave crawled closer to the center of the large, rude raft, some yards in width, and lay there, supine, her left arm shading her eyes from the light, amidst the small store of supplies, one property amongst others. She was tunicked, and about her waist a rope was fastened, which rope was fastened, too, to the raft. By means of this arrangement, in the event of a storm, or an attack by tharlarion, should she be pitched into the water, she would not be separated from the raft, but would have at her disposal a means for regaining its surface. Cabot found it difficult to take his eyes off her. - (Kur of Gor)