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I mounted the tarn, who was visibly uneasy in this strange environment. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #105)

Turning it, I closed the great gate behind me, thinking it wise to protect the secret of the tunnel as long as possible. Inside, the tunnel, though dim, was not altogether dark, being lit by domelike, wire-protected energy bulbs, spaced in pairs every hundred yards or so. These bulbs, invented more than a century ago by the Caste of Builders, produce a clear, soft light for years without replacement. I mounted the tarn, who was visibly uneasy in this strange environment. Without much success, by hand and voice, I tried to soothe the beast's apprehensions. Perhaps I spoke as much for my own benefit as his. The first time I hauled on the one-strap, the bird would not move; the second time he lifted into flight, almost immediately scraping the ceiling of the tunnel with his wings, protesting shrilly. - (Tarnsman of Gor)