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Such men do not care to venture creeping into the shadows of forests, pursuing scattered game. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1097)

Rask of Treve, as a raider true to the codes of Treve, that hidden coign of vantage of tarnsmen, that remote, secret, mountainous city of the vast, scarlet Voltai range, had not, in these circumstances, much pushed pursuit. In the shadows of the forest the crossbow quarrel can swiftly touch, and slay. The element of the tarnsman is not the green glades, and the branches; it is the clouds, the saddle and the sky; his steed is the tarn, his field of battle, strewn with light and wind, higher than mountains, deeper than the sea, is the very sky itself. Such men do not care to venture creeping into the shadows of forests, pursuing scattered game. Victorious, they roar with laughter and, hauling on the one-straps of their tarn harness, take flight. There is always other gold, and other women. And, the Priest-Kings willing, a coin that is lost today, or a woman, may, at a later time, in a more convenient place, be found, and more! A woman who escapes your collar this afternoon may, by nightfall, find herself chained at your feet. - (Captive of Gor)