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They would look well on the slim ankles of the lovely Alyena, a slave girl I was having boarded and trained in the pens of Tor. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #662)

"There will be war between the Kavars and the Aretai," I heard a man say. I walked to the street of the weapon makers. Lightly, in my right hand, I swung walking chains. They would look well on the slim ankles of the lovely Alyena, a slave girl I was having boarded and trained in the pens of Tor. This night I thought I would have my supper at the Pomegranate. I had heard their dancers were superb. I do not Participate in What Occurs in a Courtyard; I Recover a Silver Tarsk The war kaiila, its claws, however, sheathed, lunged at the other animal, its clawed back feet thrusting with an explosion of sand away from the ground, its fanged jaws, bound shut with leather, striking at the man astride the other beast. - (Tribesmen of Gor)