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I glanced behind me. For the second time I saw four men, the same four. But they were only four. I stood aside as a chain of male slaves was herded by, with spear butts. They were bound for the brine pits of the Tahari, whence comes most of the caravan salt. I expected that less than half of them would reach the pits. Heavy collars, with rings, they wore about their necks. - (Tribesmen of Gor)