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The voices of the translators were simple and quiet and mechanical. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #364)

"But where is it?" I asked. Then before my horrified eyes the carcass of that ancient she began to shiver and tremble and I stood back as she struggled to my amazement to her feet and reared herself to the height of a Priest-King, her antennae extended to their very lengths as though grasping, clutching, trying to sense something, though what she sought I did not know, but in her sudden fantastic strength, the gasp of her delirium and power, she seemed suddenly the Mother of a great race, very beautiful and very strong and very splendid. And from a thousand translators rang the message she cried out over those golden heads to the blank stone ceiling and walls of her chamber and I shall never forget it as it was in all the sorrow and the joy of her trembling dying magnificence; I and all could read it in the attitude of her body, the alertness of the forelegs, the suddenly sensing antennae, even in those dull brown disks which had been eyes and now seemed to be for that one last moment luminous again. The voices of the translators were simple and quiet and mechanical. The message was given to my ears as would have been any message. It said: "I see him, I see him, and his wings are like showers of gold". Then slowly the great form sank to the platform and the body no longer trembled and the antennae lay limp on the stone. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)