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In a few Ehn we had climbed up through the cart gate and, beyond the checkpoint, were again moving toward Ar. As we left the checkpoint it was not toward Ar that I looked but back toward the checkpoint. There I could see people still waiting in line, and other carts coming up to the point. I could also see the twisted, bent body of Ephialtes of Torcadino on the impaling pole, and the flutter of papers nailed to it. I had been a fool. It had been Ephialtes of Torcadino himself who had cleverly directed my attention away from himself, focusing it on an innocent vintner. In a way I had to admire him. - (Mercenaries of Gor)