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The Pani at the barricade looked up, startled, crying out, in futility. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #21)

A fire bowl was ignited, I think by the rider of the lead tarn, it flown, I suspected, by Tarl Cabot himself, and the bowl, trailing its tiny flag of fire, descended gracefully toward the stone flooring of the trail, before the defensive barricade, and splashed into the combustibles put there on the night of the desertion, to deter a rushing of the barricade. Suddenly the entire width of the trail, within its walls, for better than forty yards, began to roar with flame. The Pani, descending the trail, arrested in their descent, by angry sheets of fire, backed away, for the heat, and could not proceed. The Pani at the barricade looked up, startled, crying out, in futility. A moment later, the birds hovering over the deck, men loosed their grip on the ropes, and dropped to the planking. "Hurry! Hurry!" cried the high, wild voice of Tersites, from the stem castle. I felt the deck beneath my feet, and was sliding across it, and then released the rope. - (Mariners of Gor)