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Standing between the Tatrix and the winged carnivore, I cried "Tabuk!" It began to stalk toward the girl, who rose to her knees, her back pressed against the unyielding wall of the cliff, and screamed. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #60)

Had I not cried "Tabuk!"? Was this thing it had seized not now to be devoured? Was it not prey? I shoved the tarn back and away from the girl, and gathered her in my arms. I set her down gently against the far wall of the cliff, as far from the edge as I could. The rocky shelf on which we found ourselves was perhaps twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, about the size that a tarn chooses for nesting. Standing between the Tatrix and the winged carnivore, I cried "Tabuk!" It began to stalk toward the girl, who rose to her knees, her back pressed against the unyielding wall of the cliff, and screamed. "Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below. The bird seemed to hesitate, and then, with a motion almost tender, it thrust its beak against my body. "Tabuk," I said quietly, once more turning it toward the open fields. - (Outlaw of Gor)