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Its feathers lacked the fiery sheen of the young tarn; its beak was not the gleaming yellow of the other birds, but a whitish yellow; its breathing was not that of the other birds; but its eyes were those of the unconquerable tarn, wild, black, fierce; gleaming with pride and fury; determined that no other bird nor beast shall stand before it. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #142)

Then followed Green Ubar, Mip one with the winged beast, high stirrups, his small body hunched down, not giving the bird its head. I wondered at the bird. I knew its age, the diminishment of its strength, that it had not raced in many years. Its feathers lacked the fiery sheen of the young tarn; its beak was not the gleaming yellow of the other birds, but a whitish yellow; its breathing was not that of the other birds; but its eyes were those of the unconquerable tarn, wild, black, fierce; gleaming with pride and fury; determined that no other bird nor beast shall stand before it. I feared for the strain on that old heart, redoubtable and valiant. "Beware!" cried my fellow, he with the crossbow, and I spun to catch the wrist of a man striking toward my back with a dagger. I broke his neck and threw him to the sand at the foot of the dividing wall. - (Assassin of Gor)