My back felt the jab of spears as I was prodded ahead and stumbled forward, unsteady under the weight of the yoke, my feet sinking to their ankles in the hot sand.
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On both sides of me were other wretched fellows, similarly yoked, some whining, some cursing, as they, too, were driven forward like beasts.
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One, silent, to my left, I knew to be Andreas of the Desert City of Tor.
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At last I no longer felt the spear point in my back.
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"Kneel to the Tatrix of Tharna," commanded an imperious voice, speaking through some type of trumpet.
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I heard the voice of Andreas next to me.
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"Strange," said he, "usually the Tatrix does not attend the Amusements of Tharna".
My back felt the jab of spears as I was prodded ahead and stumbled forward, unsteady under the weight of the yoke, my feet sinking to their ankles in the hot sand.
On both sides of me were other wretched fellows, similarly yoked, some whining, some cursing, as they, too, were driven forward like beasts.
One, silent, to my left, I knew to be Andreas of the Desert City of Tor.
At last I no longer felt the spear point in my back.
"Kneel to the Tatrix of Tharna," commanded an imperious voice, speaking through some type of trumpet.
I heard the voice of Andreas next to me.
"Strange," said he, "usually the Tatrix does not attend the Amusements of Tharna".
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )