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I reopened the glass of the builders, turning it again to the west. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #192)

I had not counted on Thassa herself, her swiftness and her moods. I was cold in the basket, and I chewed on another piece of dried tarsk meat. The water had now frozen in the gourd, splitting it. I reopened the glass of the builders, turning it again to the west. * * * * For better than three Ahn I had sat in the basket at the masthead of the Dorna, whipped by the wind, my fingers numb on the glass of the builders, observing the battle. I had watched my first wave break in dozens of places the long lines of Cos and Tyros, and had seen the ships of the great fleet turn to face them, and had witnessed their vulnerability to the slender second wave of ships, each wreaking destruction beyond what might be expected of their sizes and weights. Then, as the lines of Cos and Tyros had closed and deepened, to match formations with my task forces, the great encircling line of round ships had cast its net about them. - (Raiders of Gor)