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And then, suddenly, I gave a cry and jerked on the one-strap and the bird, by training and instinct, flung itself into the sleeting wind and began to climb the dark, running sky. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #351)

His talons clutched the sloping yard. I did not use the tarn-goad. I waited for some time, stroking it, and talking to it. And then, suddenly, I gave a cry and jerked on the one-strap and the bird, by training and instinct, flung itself into the sleeting wind and began to climb the dark, running sky. I was again on tarnback! The bird climbed until I released the one-strap and then it began to circle. Its movements were as sure and as swift as though it might have been over the familiar crags of the Voltai or the canals of Port Kar. I tested its responses to the straps. - (Raiders of Gor)