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Cold water washed over the remains of the raft, now little more than loosened timbers, held in proximity to one another by strained, then slack, scattered strands of rope. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #67)

Two other logs crashed together, and one was lost in the night. Rain continued to torment the raft and lake. Even Grendel could not see for the darkness, and the rain. Cold water washed over the remains of the raft, now little more than loosened timbers, held in proximity to one another by strained, then slack, scattered strands of rope. "Hold to me!" called Cabot to the slave, and he thrust a log away and tried, clinging to another, to work his way from the raft. The slave lost her grip and cried out, but Cabot seized her by the hair and pulled her to him, and then both were clinging to a rope wrapped about a single log, and the raft might then, for all they knew, have been a dozen yards away. "Call out!" cried Grendel, "and I will try to stay with you! Call out! Call out!" "Here!" called Cabot. - (Kur of Gor)