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The Forkbeard then went to the heavy leather sack and, ripping the leather away at its throat, poured onto the dirt, lustrous, scintillating, a shower of jewels, mostly a deep blue, but some were purple, and others white and yellow, the carved sapphires of Schendi, each in the shape of a tiny panther. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #255)

The eyes of Svein Blue Tooth and Bera, narrow, shining, were filled with pleasure. "There is forty weight of gold here," said Svein Blue Tooth's man, almost as though he could not believe it, "four hundred stone of gold". There was a gasp from the throng. The Forkbeard then went to the heavy leather sack and, ripping the leather away at its throat, poured onto the dirt, lustrous, scintillating, a shower of jewels, mostly a deep blue, but some were purple, and others white and yellow, the carved sapphires of Schendi, each in the shape of a tiny panther. "Aiii!" cried the throng. Svein Blue Tooth leaned forward, his fists clenched. Bera, her eyes blazing, could not speak. - (Marauders of Gor)