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He was a large man, Kuurus noted, in the leather of a Warrior. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #32)

The procession was led by four Warriors, who supported on their shoulders a framework of crossed spears, lashed together, on which, wrapped in the scarlet leather of a tarnsman, lay the body. Kuurus watched, unmoved, as the four Warriors carried their scarlet burden to the height of the huge, sweet-smelling, oil-impregnated pyre. Averting their eyes the Warriors threw back the scarlet leather that the body might lie free on the spears, open to the wind and sun. He was a large man, Kuurus noted, in the leather of a Warrior. The hair, he remarked, was unusual. The procession and those who had been earlier at the pyre now stood back from it, some fifty yards or so, for the oil-impregnated wood will take the torch quickly and fiercely. There were three who stood near the pyre; one wore the brown robes of the Administrator of a City, the humblest robes in the city, and was hooded; another wore the blue of the Caste of Scribes, a small man, almost tiny, bent now with pain and grief; the last was a very large man, broad of back and shoulder, bearded and with long blond hair, a Warrior; yet even the Warrior seemed in that moment shaken. - (Assassin of Gor)