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In the neighborhood of noon, moving slowly, in the yellow and purple striped burnoose, with sash, water bags at the flanks of my kaiila, sacks of pressed-date bricks tied across the withers, kaiila bells ringing, calling attention to myself and my wares, I left the oasis. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #32)

It was impractical to begin again, the men and animals exhausted, until morning. That would give me a start, I speculated, of some fifteen Gorean hours. It would be more than sufficient. In the neighborhood of noon, moving slowly, in the yellow and purple striped burnoose, with sash, water bags at the flanks of my kaiila, sacks of pressed-date bricks tied across the withers, kaiila bells ringing, calling attention to myself and my wares, I left the oasis. Once, the lofty palms small behind me, I had to turn aside, to avoid being buffeted by the return of the last of the search parties. * * * * On a hill, more than two hundred pasangs north and east of Nine Wells, two days after I had left the oasis, I reined in, the kaiila turning on the graveled crest. Below, in the valley, between the barren, rocky hills, I observed the small caravan being taken. - (Tribesmen of Gor)