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"Could we not," I suggested, "simply leap naked into a pit of venomous osts, or, perhaps, race madly across the plains of the Wagon Peoples during a lightning storm, our swords raised over our heads?" "The trick," said the Forkbeard, "is not simply to walk into the jaws of a larl. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #192)

"I, Forkbeard, am at your side". "Were you not at my side," I said, "I doubt that I should feel as I do". "I see," said the Forkbeard. "Could we not," I suggested, "simply leap naked into a pit of venomous osts, or, perhaps, race madly across the plains of the Wagon Peoples during a lightning storm, our swords raised over our heads?" "The trick," said the Forkbeard, "is not simply to walk into the jaws of a larl. Any fool can do that". "I am well aware of that," I said. "The trick," said the Forkbeard, winking, but not thereby much reassuring me, "is to walk back out again!" "You have some intention, then," I asked, "of emerging from this escapade alive?" "That is a portion of my plan," acknowledged the Forkbeard. - (Marauders of Gor)