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I knew Mip had had something of this rare gift and did not suppose that others, skilled, veteran riders, would be completely without it. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #456)

Accordingly, though it ran against the grain of my instincts, though I found it actually painful to me, the next time I felt that my strike should be the upper right I took the tarn to the lower left. To my chagrin he met the move and again I passed through a ring following him. I doubt that he was consciously reasoning these matters, but his apprehension, almost instinctual, based on watching me race, and on his years of experience, had led him to suspect even my pattern alterations. I knew Mip had had something of this rare gift and did not suppose that others, skilled, veteran riders, would be completely without it. I began to regret that I had so willingly surrendered the lead at the beginning of the race. Menicius, on Quarrel, was moving farther ahead each circuit. I then recalled a conversation with Mip about such matters, the memory rushing through my consciousness like the flash of a metal bolt. - (Assassin of Gor)