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I knelt on the granite floor of a shallow cave in one of the Voltai peaks, a sheltered fire on each side of me. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #7)

I gathered that he had finally seen fit to terminate the suffering of the warrior who had stolen the Home Stone of his city. One of the tarnsmen of Marlenus thrust his hand in my hair and forced my lips down to his sandal. I forced my head up and kept my back straight, my eyes granting my captor no satisfaction. I knelt on the granite floor of a shallow cave in one of the Voltai peaks, a sheltered fire on each side of me. Before me, on a rough throne of piled rocks, sat Marlenus, his long hair over his shoulders, his great beard reaching almost to his sword belt. He was a gigantic man, larger even than the Older Tarl, and in his eyes, wild and green, I saw the masterful flame which had, in its way, also burned in the eyes of Talena, his daughter. Die though I must at the hands of this magnificent barbarian, I could feel no ill will toward him. - (Tarnsman of Gor)