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"Ho!" cried Decius Albus, jovially, lifting his hand, and separating himself from the group about Kurik. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 49, Sentence #113)

This became clear on the morning after the third day of the storm when the weather suddenly cleared, and, to the surprise of the potential combatants, a dreadful landscape was revealed, dark with the tiny bodies of stricken, half-frozen birds, partly buried in the snow. In short, the truce standards were raised, and hundreds of men, from each army, came onto the field, gathered up the birds in their helmets and the basins of their shields, and returned to their respective camps, where the birds were nursed, being warmed and fed, and, two days later, on a common signal, between the two armies, were lofted into the air, where they rose above the field, circled it three times, and then resumed their journey. After that, the truce standards were returned to their racks, and, the next day, the battle was joined, one that was fought with unusual ferocity. "Ho!" cried Decius Albus, jovially, lifting his hand, and separating himself from the group about Kurik. "We have welcomed noble Grendel, of far Mytilene. We have introduced him to colleagues and compatriots, to representatives of diverse castes, herein publicizing his presence and the nature of his charge. His appearance here, as his purpose, is now well accounted for, as the lists will show. - (Plunder of Gor)