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Had we had stakes and trenches before us, the trenches would have been filled, the stakes heavy with the impaled meat of death. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #327)

So hapless might be a shieldless swordsman viewing the crossbow, the ready quarrel leveled, set in its guide. The flood stopped, and, like startled, turned verr, the enemy began to mill, and fearful words were carried to farther ranks, and men who could not even see us received reports so magnified that they must exceed the horror of reality. "Demons!" "Dragons!" we heard. Had we had stakes and trenches before us, the trenches would have been filled, the stakes heavy with the impaled meat of death. The enemy turned, and began to flee. Some enemy officers struck about themselves with swords, trying to stop the rout, but these, too, were as often struck by terrified men who, in the darkness, were unclear as to their foe, his power, or even his nature. Some of our bowmen climbed over bodies, and from the grisly height of such hills, formed of inert or bleeding men, plied their craft, playing, as it is said, tunes on the lyre of death. - (Mariners of Gor)