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If one must die, how could one better die than with such a blade in hand? * * * * We fought on the height of the keep. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #519)

Telima had found it among my belongings, and had brought it to the keep, that it might be waiting for me there. Strangely she had apparently not expected me to do anything other than return to my holding. As I climbed the ladder I was glad that the old blade, the familiar steel, with its memories of another life and time, when I had been Tarl Cabot, was at my side. If one must die, how could one better die than with such a blade in hand? * * * * We fought on the height of the keep. The last four arrows of the great yellow bow were fired, and four who threatened us fell from the delta wall beyond the keep, from which they were attempting to cover the climb of the besiegers. Standing even on the mantelets under the tarn wire, with spears and swords, we thrust at the tarnsmen dropping to the wire, letting go of the ropes to which they had clung. We heard grappling irons with knotted ropes fly over the parapet, scrape across the stones, and wedge in the crenels. - (Raiders of Gor)