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Who would not investigate such an anomaly? The great wings snapped over my head, dust pelting me, flames roaring to the sides, as though driven by the wind, the tarn hovering, and I grasped the flung, uncoiling, knotted rope, and, in a moment, was swinging wildly beneath the climbing tarn, the camp growing small behind me. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #177)

I was then standing, well illuminated, in a clear area, looking upward, I suspect anxiously, a blazing tent several yards away, on each side. I heard men shouting, and converging toward my artificial, geometrically arranged conflagrations. From the air the spectacular oddity of this arrangement should be obvious. Who would not investigate such an anomaly? The great wings snapped over my head, dust pelting me, flames roaring to the sides, as though driven by the wind, the tarn hovering, and I grasped the flung, uncoiling, knotted rope, and, in a moment, was swinging wildly beneath the climbing tarn, the camp growing small behind me. "Well done, Ichiro, bannerman!" I called. "It is nothing, Commander," he shouted. But it was something, in my view. - (Rebels of Gor)