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In spite of its loftiness, it too was plain, like the other rooms and passageways I had seen, somber, oppressive. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #16)

I staggered on, smarting from the whip wounds, almost crushed by the burden of the yoke. I doubted if I could, unaided, find my way from this sinister labyrinth. At last I found myself in a large, vaulted room, lit by torches set in the walls. In spite of its loftiness, it too was plain, like the other rooms and passageways I had seen, somber, oppressive. Only one adornment relieved the walls of their melancholy aspect, the image of a gigantic golden mask, carved in the likeness of a beautiful woman. Beneath this mask, there was, on a high dais, a monumental throne of gold. On the broad steps leading to the throne, there were curule chairs, on which sat, I supposed, members of the High Council of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor)