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"It will soon be time to hunt tumits," growled Kamchak, looking off across the grass toward the wagons beyond the walls. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #527)

Harold put his hand over his mouth and turned away, sniggering, and Kamchak's head seemed to sink angrily into his shoulders. "What did you pay?" I asked. "It is hard to outwit a Tuchuk in a bargain," remarked Harold, turning back, rather confidently. "It will soon be time to hunt tumits," growled Kamchak, looking off across the grass toward the wagons beyond the walls. Well did I recall how Kamchak had made Albrecht of the Kassars pay dearly for the return of his little darling, Tenchika, and how he had roared with laughter because the Kassar had paid such a price, obviously having allowed himself to care for a mere slave girl, and she a Turian at that! "I would guess," said Harold, "that so shrewd a Tuchuk as Kamchak, the very Ubar of our wagons, would have paid no more than a handful of copper tarn disks for a wench of such sorts". "The tumits run best this time of year rather toward the Cartius," observed Kamchak. "I'm very happy," I said, "to hear that you have Aphris back. - (Nomads of Gor)