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I Become the Guest of Hassan the Bandit I did not sleep as well as I might have that night, for, from time to time, clouds of riders, with bows and lances, swept through the streets of Nine Wells, returning from one sortie into the desert or another. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #1)

It was late. I decided I would seek an inn for the night. It was late. I Become the Guest of Hassan the Bandit I did not sleep as well as I might have that night, for, from time to time, clouds of riders, with bows and lances, swept through the streets of Nine Wells, returning from one sortie into the desert or another. For better than fifty pasangs about the terrain was apparently combed, again and again, but yielded not even a trail. I did, however, get several hours of uninterrupted sleep toward morning, when, worn, exhausted, thirsty, slack in their saddles, the bulk of the search parties returned to Nine Wells. I patronized an unimportant, rather poor sort of establishment, whose proprietor, I suspected, would have had better things to do than attend trials at the chamber of justice. - (Tribesmen of Gor)