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As I gazed on this strange assemblage of creatures in the tiered cases it seemed clear to me that I must be gazing upon one of the vivaria of which I had heard Sarm speak. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #122)

In none of the cases did I spy a tarn, one of the great, predatory saddle birds of Gor, perhaps because they do not thrive well in captivity. To live a tarn must fly, high, far and often. A Gorean saying has it that they are brothers of the wind, and how could one expect such a creature to survive confinement? Like its brother the wind when the tarn is not free it has no choice but to die. As I gazed on this strange assemblage of creatures in the tiered cases it seemed clear to me that I must be gazing upon one of the vivaria of which I had heard Sarm speak. Such a complex might ideally serve my purpose of the moment. I heard a groan from Vika and I turned to face her. She lay on her side against the wall of the shaft, some seven or eight feet back from the grille. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)