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I became more confident, day by day, that the Alexandra would figure in these matters. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #129)

Whatever projects might be afoot in the forests, they were, it seemed, a matter of great secrecy. I had had a sense of where, in any event, approximately, we might be heading, probably to the Alexandra, some pasangs upriver, but how many pasangs I had no idea, fewer if the direct route was, say, south by southeast, more if it would have been southeast. This surmise, however, as noted, proved to be incorrect, at least with respect to our destination being the Alexandra, or, perhaps better, it was not so much incorrect as premature. I became more confident, day by day, that the Alexandra would figure in these matters. "Is my tea ready?" asked Miss Wentworth. "Nearly, Mistress," said Cecily, who was tending the small pot on its rack, over a tiny fire, it in a small hole, a shallow hole, scooped out in the dirt floor of the hut. "You are slow," said Miss Wentworth. - (Swordsmen of Gor)