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My four archers drew, and ignited, from the flaming wicks of unshuttered dark lanterns, one by one, five arrows, each tufted with oil-soaked, shredded cloth, which fiery missiles they launched toward the distant tents. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #125)

Yet the flashing ring of struck steel was bright under the moon and surely that sound would carry well beyond the catapults, even were it not noticed amongst the distant tents. I heard steel sound, too, to my right, and then farther to my right. I then began to count, aloud, to eighty Ihn. My four archers drew, and ignited, from the flaming wicks of unshuttered dark lanterns, one by one, five arrows, each tufted with oil-soaked, shredded cloth, which fiery missiles they launched toward the distant tents. Meanwhile my last two fellows drenched the catapult and its cordage with tharlarion oil, following which they wound back the casting basket and, once it was secured, cut it to pieces. "Seventy-eight Ihn," I counted, "seventy-nine Ihn, eighty Ihn". Then I said, "Set fire to the catapult". - (Avengers of Gor)