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To my right, Thurnock, with his men, was climbing from the ditch, and, to his right, I trusted, so, too, was Clitus, followed by his men. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #109)

"I wish you well," I said. "We wish you well," they said. I climbed from the inner ditch, followed by my ten selected men, four swordsmen, four archers, and two men bearing vessels of tharlarion oil and axes, not war axes, but woodsmen's axes. To my right, Thurnock, with his men, was climbing from the ditch, and, to his right, I trusted, so, too, was Clitus, followed by his men. The three catapults, mighty war engines, were aligned several yards behind the inner ditch, between the ditch and the camp of the mercenaries, a hundred or so yards beyond. "Ho! Stop!" called a guard. I had not before realized the size of the catapults, which, with their mounting on heavy wheeled carts, were something like three stories high. - (Avengers of Gor)