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It lifted its huge, terrible head, scrutinizing the stands. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #115)

Could it remember the Vosk, like a silver ribbon beneath its wings; could it recall fighting the blasts and upwinds of the rugged Voltai Range; could it recall Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, Ko-ro-ba's gleaming towers, or the lights of Ar as they had blazed that night of the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna, when we two had dared to strike for the Home Stone of the greatest city of all known Gor? No, I suppose that none of these memories, so dear to me, could find their place in the simple brain of this plumed giant. Gently the great bird thrust its beak beneath my arm. I knew that the warriors of Tharna would have to kill two of us, for the tarn would defend me to the death. It lifted its huge, terrible head, scrutinizing the stands. It shook the leg which was chained to the great silver bar. It would be able to move, dragging that weight, but it could not fly. I knelt to examine the hobble. - (Outlaw of Gor)