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We seek the slave, a stolen slave, Adraste, Adraste!" An Ehn or two later I saw again the figure, now returned, which had interposed itself between Vas of Anango and Seremides. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 45, Sentence #157)

"Welcome!" I heard. "What occurs?" "What do you seek?" "Let us tell you what we have seen!" Mightily must the newcomers have been frustrated. I heard Florian cry out, "Where is the slave, Adraste. We seek the slave, a stolen slave, Adraste, Adraste!" An Ehn or two later I saw again the figure, now returned, which had interposed itself between Vas of Anango and Seremides. It was the young swordsman, Alan, of the red company, he of the unusual hair, so red with the incongruous slash of blonde, he of remarkable blade skills, who had been called to my attention by Seremides weeks ago. The newcomers, freeing themselves of the attentions of the crowd, began to search the buildings, housings, domiciles, emporiums, and barracks of the Skerry of Lars. I saw no sign of the crutch or weapons of Seremides. - (Quarry of Gor)