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Those helmeted were largely mutineers, who had prepared for this hour. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #262)

"No!" cried Cabot, touching the fellow's arm. "Callias!" he called to me, remembering my name. "To us, to us!" he called, his reddish hair wild under his talmit. Those helmeted were largely mutineers, who had prepared for this hour. I edged about cages, trying to reach the tarnsman. In doing so, I became aware, as I never had been, of the size, the power, and awesomeness of the tarn, for I came within feet of one, whose head, far above mine, with its bright, glistening, dark eyes, was moving, alertly, from one side to the other, as though more puzzled, or curious, than anything else. How tiny a man is on the back of such a beast! What sort of men, I wondered, might once have caught, tamed, and trained such monsters! Indeed, what men, even today, I wondered, would have the courage to come within yards of such a monster, let alone command it from a saddle! Cabot bent down and retrieved a blade. - (Mariners of Gor)