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Saphrar took a step deeper into the pool and the pool permitted this, and he now stood with the fluids level with his chest. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #348)

He was surrounded by the luminous, white spheres that floated under the surface about him, perhaps watching, perhaps somehow recording his position in virtue of pressure waves in the medium. The golden droplets which Saphrar wore in place of eyebrows fell unnoticed into the sluggish fluid that slowly rose about him, inching itself upward, thickening itself about him. Beneath the surface we could see places where his robes had been eaten away and the skin was turning white beneath the surface, the juices of the pool etching their way into his body, taking its protein and nutriment into its own, digesting it. Saphrar took a step deeper into the pool and the pool permitted this, and he now stood with the fluids level with his chest. "Lower the vines!" begged Saphrar. No one moved. Saphrar threw back his head like a dog and howled in pain. - (Nomads of Gor)