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The strokes on the great bar, signaling the tenth Ahn, were still ringing when Kurik of Victoria and I, I heeling him, were ushered into an audience chamber in the House of a Hundred Corridors. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 49, Sentence #2)

She then turned away, to hurry from the doorway, to put herself in the keeping of the free woman, she with the parasol, whose mien, I feared, now suggested impatience. "Good-bye," I said to her, in English. "And that, dear Grendel, my friend," said Kurik of Victoria, "is what transpired in the House of a Hundred Corridors". The strokes on the great bar, signaling the tenth Ahn, were still ringing when Kurik of Victoria and I, I heeling him, were ushered into an audience chamber in the House of a Hundred Corridors. The building was large, but I doubted that it contained one hundred corridors. "Welcome!" called a large, coarse-featured man in white and gold, rising from his curule chair on its dais, and hurrying down to embrace Kurik of Victoria, warmly. "Welcome, welcome, Lord Grendel," he said. - (Plunder of Gor)