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Bound as they were to the curved prows of the barges, these captives could see only the sky over the marsh. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #292)

On the second prow of the six barges, only a few feet from the tiller deck of the first barge, it had been the tall, gray-eyed girl, who had held marsh vine against my arm, she who had danced with such excruciating slowness before me at the pole. On the third prow it had been the shorter, dark-haired girl, she who had carried the net over her left shoulder. I remembered that she, too, had danced before me, and, as had the others, spit upon me. Bound as they were to the curved prows of the barges, these captives could see only the sky over the marsh. They could hear only my footsteps passing beneath them, and perhaps the small movement of the Gorean blade in its sheath. As I walked back, from barge to barge, I walked as well among bound rencers, heaped and tied like fish among the benches of slaves. I wore the heavy Gorean helmet, concealing my features. - (Raiders of Gor)