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"Close the gate! Brush! Flames! Fire arrows!" Some twenty fellows rushed to the gate and pulled it shut, tying the two, in-swinging leaves together, and another twenty hurried to the closed gate with thick bundles of brush, grass, and straw which they piled before the tethered gate. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #28)

Shortly thereafter they had entered the palisade, where they found not an armed resistance nor startled, terrified villagers, intimidated villagers, but nothing, only crowded, dry empty huts, stripped even of pots and pans. Within we heard consternation, cries of disappointment, bewilderment, and rage. I stood up and called to my men, hidden in the grass. "Close the gate! Brush! Flames! Fire arrows!" Some twenty fellows rushed to the gate and pulled it shut, tying the two, in-swinging leaves together, and another twenty hurried to the closed gate with thick bundles of brush, grass, and straw which they piled before the tethered gate. At the same time, small fires were lit in clay pans and arrows, the heads of which were wrapped in oil-soaked cloth, were ignited and fired into the village, which shortly thereafter roared with flames, the heat of which jarred the air and carried even to our positions surrounding the village. Not a moment after the gate had been tied shut and the first arrows fell looping down into the thatched roofs of the huts, the corsairs were hacking at the ropes binding the gates closed. But no sooner had they freed the leaves of the gate and swung them inward than the brush, dried grass and straw which had been heaped up in the threshold was fiercely burning, creating a wall of fire behind which we could scarcely mark dark, moving figures. - (Avengers of Gor)