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To the north and west of the camp's center I could see the tents of Thorgard of Scagnar and his men. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #98)

The northern pole of the camp would be left free, as a seeming avenue of escape, to lure embattled Kurii, should the tide of the war turn against them, into flight northward. It would be, in the language of Gorean strategists, the "bridge of jewels," beckoning, alluring, promising safety, prophetic of escape. Near the center of the camp, but somewhat to the south and east of the center, like the verr, the tarsk, the bosk, was another herd of Kurii animals; it, too, resided in its pen, a wide pen, more than a quarter of a pasang in diameter, formed of poles and crossbars, lashed together; this pen, however, was patrolled by prowling, domesticated sleen; the animals huddled together, within the pen, hundreds of them, terrified of the sleen; these were herd sleen, trained to group and control animals. To the north and west of the camp's center I could see the tents of Thorgard of Scagnar and his men. I smiled. The Kurii had been in no hurry to initiate their march to the south. They had failed, several days ago, in the Thing Assembly, to intimidate the men of Torvaldsland into furnishing them provisions for their march. - (Marauders of Gor)