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Then gates leading onto the sand burst open and thousands of citizens, come from the Stadium of Blades, marching and singing, entered the Stadium of Tarns, at their head, helmeted and mighty, sword in hand, the magnificent Murmillius, hero of the Stadium of Blades. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #588)

"Stop singing!" But the song continued, growing stronger as more and more men took it up, and soon the tiers themselves rang with the sound. One after another of the tarns of the race, those who could complete the race, struck the finishing perches but no one paid them heed. There was only the song, and more and more voices, and more men standing in the tiers. Then gates leading onto the sand burst open and thousands of citizens, come from the Stadium of Blades, marching and singing, entered the Stadium of Tarns, at their head, helmeted and mighty, sword in hand, the magnificent Murmillius, hero of the Stadium of Blades. Though I was not of Ar I, too, still in the saddle of the black tarn, joined in that song, that song of Glorious Ar. Cernus regarded me with fury. I drew from my features the leather mask. - (Assassin of Gor)