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I leaned forward, toward him, toward my master. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #294)

"He is not coming". "Oh, Master," I breathed, joyously, "Master!" I felt incredible relief. My entire body relaxed. I leaned forward, toward him, toward my master. Almost at the same instant I heard a sudden, bestial, deafening, screaming roar behind me and the movement of a huge body and my master was leaping to his feet lunging over the fire thrusting his sword into the darkness behind me over my head and I twisted and saw two great, hairy arms outstretched reaching for him, which closed about him, and I screamed, the body and jaws of the thing over me, I between it and my master, and I threw myself to the side. In an instant I turned, wildly, on all fours, and, in the half darkness, the fire muchly struck and scattered, tiny flames about, from fiery brands and flaring leaves, saw two shapes, a gigantic bestial shape, and that of a human being, a man, locked together, swaying, clawed feet and sandals moving in the dirt, struggling for leverage and position. My master had said it was not coming, but how could he have known that, I now realized, at that particular time, without even looking up? No, he had known it was coming. - (Dancer of Gor)