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Surely it was not impossible that a metal-finned quarrel might rest on its guide, patient in the darkness. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #243)

Too, one did not linger in the light of lanterns. I thought the forests empty of men, but one did not know, and I had been assured that there were spies in the camp of Lord Nishida. Someone, too, in league with Seremides, must have slain the fellow who had drugged the tarn, and accosted me in the vicinity of Tarncamp. Surely it was not impossible that a metal-finned quarrel might rest on its guide, patient in the darkness. I thought of the fellows encountered in the tent of Lord Nishida, at Tarncamp, Quintus, Telarion, Fabius, Lykourgos, and Tyrtaios. One or more, I had gathered, were spies, and one was possibly of the dark caste, the Assassins. Some leaders would have had all five killed, innocent and guilty alike, to guarantee the elimination of the guilty. - (Swordsmen of Gor)