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It climbed more and more slowly to the height of its arc, seemed to pause, and then, gracefully, turned and looped down, faster and faster, the moonlight sparkling on the fluttering, silvered pennon. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #750)

"My thanks," I said, and, kicking the beast in the flanks, sand scattering back from its claws, I pressed the beast to the north. As soon as I was out of earshot of Ibn Saran and Hamid, and among the walls of the oasis buildings, I reined in. I looked back and noted, high, lofting in the moonlight night, an arrow, with a silver pennon attached to it. It climbed more and more slowly to the height of its arc, seemed to pause, and then, gracefully, turned and looped down, faster and faster, the moonlight sparkling on the fluttering, silvered pennon. I examined the paws of the kaiila. I found that for which I searched inserted in the right forepaw of the animal. I removed from its paw the tiny, rounded ball of wax, held in place by threads; within the wax, which would soon, in the riding and pounding, and by the heat of the animal's body, disintegrate, concealed, I found a needle; I smelled it; it was smeared with kanda, a deadly toxin, prepared from the ground roots of the kanda bush; I wiped the needle, with a ripping from my shirt sleeve, cleaning it, and discarded needle and cloth in a refuse pile. - (Tribesmen of Gor)