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The body of the trade advisor, in its robes, stained with the blood of Aelius, lay inert, at the back of the box. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #663)

Thus they had made their way toward the feast, to ascertain matters, and, if necessary, be of some assistance. "This quarrel, noble Albus," cried Kurik of Victoria, "is for you! For its residence it would choose your heart! Order your men to throw down their weapons!" "Men, men!" cried Decius Albus, in terror. But a snarl of rage burst forth from the shaggy throat of Lucilius, and he, with a wide, violent, fierce, backward sweep of his long arm, struck Decius Albus back in the box, a blow that, I feared, might have broken his neck. The body of the trade advisor, in its robes, stained with the blood of Aelius, lay inert, at the back of the box. I did not know if he had survived the savageness of that blow or not. A stream of hideous Kur emanated from the box. "We are lost," said Drusus Andronicus. - (Plunder of Gor)