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"I command!" "No," came from Lord Grendel's translator, and I saw that this must have picked up, and translated, Kur from the box, for Lucilius was on his feet, an ax brandished, eyes blazing, jaws slavering. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #151)

But Aelius, ax in hand, was withdrawing amongst the Kurii, but they were moving to the sides, refusing to shield him, exposing the ground between him and Surtak, producing an open corridor of bloody grass, lined by large bodies. "I have declined the Rings!" called Aelius, who then cast down his ax, and turned away. "Command is surrendered!" roared Surtak. "I command!" "No," came from Lord Grendel's translator, and I saw that this must have picked up, and translated, Kur from the box, for Lucilius was on his feet, an ax brandished, eyes blazing, jaws slavering. "I command!" he cried. Aelius had climbed toward the box but, before he could enter it, Lucilius, two hands on the great haft, wielded the ax, and the sundered head of Aelius spun far away, a small, dark cloud raining blood, and blood from the decapitated corse, sped by the fierce pressure generated by the frantic pounding of that mighty heart, spurted a dozen feet into the air, reached the height of its arc, paused, and then fell like thick rain, scintillating like a scarlet shower in the bright sun. "Let the festivities continue!" cried Decius Albus, desperately. - (Plunder of Gor)