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| 22 | 432 | The bird, View more quotes about beautiful">beautiful, fierce, talons lifted, wings beating, hanging almost motionless before the ring, faced us. |
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| 22 | 429 | There was a roar from the crowd. |
| 22 | 430 | This warned the rider of the eighth bird, a Gold, and he, bent low in the saddle, looked behind him to see, piercing the rings, eyes blazing, wings snapping, the great black tarn. |
| 22 | 431 | To the crowd's astonishment, but not to mine, he wheeled his tarn, a rare, gloriously plumaged jungle tarn from the tropical reaches of the Cartius, to block the first of the right center rings. |
| 22 | 432 | The bird, beautiful, fierce, talons lifted, wings beating, hanging almost motionless before the ring, faced us. |
| 22 | 433 | My tarn struck him like a screaming saber of black lightning flashing through the ring. |
| 22 | 434 | I did not look back. |
| 22 | 435 | The crowd seemed stunned. |