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It was strange, as it seemed to me, that it should be so. I thought of golden Misk, the Priest-King, of once, long ago, when his antennae had touched the palms of my uplifted hands, and Nest Trust had been pledged between us. Then I dismissed the thought. I saw, to one side, large Hrolf, from the east, who had fought with us, he leaning on his spear. We knew little of him. But he had fought well. What else need one know of a man? "What is to be done with these captive Kurii?" I asked Svein Blue Tooth, indicating the line of imprisoned beasts, some wounded, being driven past us, survivors of the slaughter on the Bridge of Jewels. - (Marauders of Gor)