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I hung my helmet over my left shoulder with the sheathed short sword; on my left arm I bore my shield; in my right hand I carried the Gorean war spear. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #66)

The earth itself was shaking from the hoofs of the bosk herds of the Wagon Peoples. They were approaching. Their outriders would soon be in sight. I hung my helmet over my left shoulder with the sheathed short sword; on my left arm I bore my shield; in my right hand I carried the Gorean war spear. I began to walk toward the dust in the distance, across the trembling ground. I Make the Acquaintance of the Wagon Peoples As I walked I asked myself why I did so—why I, Tarl Cabot—once of Earth, later a warrior of the Gorean city of Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning, had come here. In the long years that had passed since first I had come to the Counter-Earth I had seen many things, and had known loves, and had found adventures and perils and wonders, but I asked myself if anything I had done was as unreasoning, as foolish as this, as strange. - (Nomads of Gor)