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We were wandering in the palace garden, a place where a silken print might have sprung into life, where nature and artifice sought to outdo one another. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #29)

The small cavalry buckler, too, was edged, and, if one were close enough to a foe, might be similarly formidable. I saw no reason to call this to the attention of my companion and guide. On tarnback, of course, it served primarily as a weapon of defense. We were wandering in the palace garden, a place where a silken print might have sprung into life, where nature and artifice sought to outdo one another. Here were lengths of carefully arranged sand, raked into rhythmic furrows, harmonizing with the contours of the path of colored stones. There there were unusual stones, brought in from the coast, shaped by centuries of tides; and all about were varieties of trees, large and small, some fruit-bearing, some ablaze with blossoms. From the limbs of some of these trees hung lanterns, now unlit, but swaying in the breeze. - (Rebels of Gor)