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I put out my left hand and touched it. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #593)

I caught sight of figures on the hill outside, just movements, parts of bodies. I, now on the summit of that small, artificial hill, suddenly drew back, shielding my eyes, as the huge form smote again through the gate, splintering wood about. It was then, at the height of its swing, but a foot from me. I put out my left hand and touched it. This time, as it swung back, I could see, along its shaft, the interior of the inclined shed that housed it, and how it was fifty feet long and slung in leather cradles, and the many ropes that controlled it, and the men drawing on the ropes, surely more than a hundred of them under that long shed, men stripped to the waist, sweating, and as it drew back this time a figure suddenly leapt forward, to enter and I parried and slipped my sword into him perhaps as startled as he was and he was pulled back, bleeding, and I heard shouts outside, and then, again, I drew back, covering my eyes, and the great head splintered inward again. I stood near the opening but this time, following its retreat, none rushed through. Again I saw along the shaft of the ram, the shed, the men, the ropes. - (Renegades of Gor)