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Now, I thought, it would be free, escaping at last to some rude habitat where it might, without saddle and harness, without a silver hobble, reign as the Ubar of the Skies that it was. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #100)

Slowly, though no strength returned to my body, my vision cleared, first in the center, and then gradually toward the edges, until I could once again see the pillar, the sky beyond and my foes. In the distance I saw a flying speck, which would be the tarn. When it had seen me fall it had apparently taken flight. Now, I thought, it would be free, escaping at last to some rude habitat where it might, without saddle and harness, without a silver hobble, reign as the Ubar of the Skies that it was. Its departure saddened me, but I was glad that it had escaped. Better that than to die under the spear of one of the warriors. Thorn seized me by the wrist shackles and dragged me across the top of the pillar to one of the three tarns that waited. - (Outlaw of Gor)