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The road stretched ahead, a gleaming line between hills, beyond the first large-wheeled, lumbering wagon, that of the Lady Bina, and, perhaps Lord Grendel, a road, I learned, of layers of fitted stone blocks, feet deep. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #184)

"Master?" I said. "The air, and light, is better forward, and there is not much dust". The countryside was beautiful, mostly meadows. The road stretched ahead, a gleaming line between hills, beyond the first large-wheeled, lumbering wagon, that of the Lady Bina, and, perhaps Lord Grendel, a road, I learned, of layers of fitted stone blocks, feet deep. Like the Viktel Aria, the road was designed not to last some years, or a decade, but centuries, even millennia. "With Master's permission," I said, "I shall remain where I am". He reached to the side, and bent down, and, from in front of the wagon box, lifted up a carefully folded blanket. - (Conspirators of Gor)