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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, Chapter 16, Sentence #187)

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. My body roughened, and sore, I eyed it covetously. He dropped it inside the wagon, to the right of the central bar, just behind the wagon box. He then turned away, to look down the road. - (Conspirators of Gor)