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"Beware!" cried the Paravaci and Saphrar suddenly stopped laughing and observed me warily. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #20)

But you will not!" Saphrar now giggled uncontrollably. "I have even seen them reach for vines a spear's length above their head and think they could reach them!" Saphrar's two golden teeth, like yellow fangs, showed as he put back his head and howled with pleasure, his fat little hands pounding on the wood of the shield. The quiva had turned itself in my hand and my arm flew back, that I might take with me in my death the tormentor, Saphrar of Turia. "Beware!" cried the Paravaci and Saphrar suddenly stopped laughing and observed me warily. If my arm should fly forward he would have time to leap below the wooden frame. Now he was putting his chin on the wooden shield and watching me again, once more giggling. "Many have used the quiva before now," he said, "but usually to plunge it into their own heart". - (Nomads of Gor)