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Those in the foremost ranks, gasping, legs aching, bracing themselves, pushed from behind, paused as had their predecessors, the timid peasants sent ahead to reconnoiter, at the large threshold. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #55)

Whatever may be the case the trail upward was crowded with hurrying, jostling, panting men eager to make it through the gate at the summit of the wharf trail before it might be shut against them by their own officers. One might, in such a moment, be able to seize and carry away, even concealed in one's garments, enough to purchase a tavern or farm. Some men apparently died in the climb upward. Those in the foremost ranks, gasping, legs aching, bracing themselves, pushed from behind, paused as had their predecessors, the timid peasants sent ahead to reconnoiter, at the large threshold. An awesome sight met their eyes, hundreds of Pani warriors, in white garments, having seemingly performed ablutions and purified themselves, lay crumpled in the remains of what must have been a great number of serried ranks. Apparently, at a common signal, well over two thousand Pani warriors had had recourse to the ritual knife. Then there were cries from behind the paused, startled vanguard of looters, cries of wrath and impatience, and men began to force themselves past, at which point, with a great cry, hundreds of men, bent on plunder, burst through the opening. - (Rebels of Gor)