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They knelt before her—once proud silver masks, now terrified and helpless captives—on the same sparkling sand that had so often been stained with the blood of the men of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #53)

On the twentieth day following peace in Tharna the fate of the silver masks was determined. They were herded, roped throat to throat, unveiled, wrists bound behind their backs, in long lines to the arena of the Amusements of Tharna. There they would hear the judgment of Lara, their Tatrix. They knelt before her—once proud silver masks, now terrified and helpless captives—on the same sparkling sand that had so often been stained with the blood of the men of Tharna. Lara had thought long on these matters and had discussed them with many, including myself. In the end her decision was her own. I do not know that my own decision would have been so harsh, but I admit that Lara knew her city and its silver masks better than I. - (Outlaw of Gor)