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I glanced at the tarn heads remaining on the poles and saw, to my dismay, only eleven remained. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #445)

Ahead of us there was Blue, Red, Green and, as Yellow, Menicius of Port Kar. I heard a scream of horror from behind us as one rider, pressing another, forced him against the side of the edged ring. The wind racing against me, I shuddered, for striking such a ring edge, at the speed of the racing tarn, might well cut a man or bird in two. I glanced at the tarn heads remaining on the poles and saw, to my dismay, only eleven remained. I could have forced my way past the nonfaction rider ahead of me but, with the edged rings, it would be at great risk to both of us, and to our tarns. He, no more than I, I am sure, cared to kill his bird or slay the opposing rider. It is one thing to force a bird or rider into the padded bars, and another against the great, swinging knives that were now the rings. - (Assassin of Gor)