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Then, without removing his gaze from that of Selius Arconious, whom he seemed to somehow sense might be the most dangerous, or the most desperate, or the most irrational, or the first to act, he uttered a succession of soft, low, almost gentle, growling noises. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #855)

Only Mirus held his weapon, and he then, with obvious show, thrust it in his belt. Kardok's eyes blazed as he looked from the face of one of Portus Canio's men to that of another. His gaze lingered last, and longest, on that of Selius Arconious. Then, without removing his gaze from that of Selius Arconious, whom he seemed to somehow sense might be the most dangerous, or the most desperate, or the most irrational, or the first to act, he uttered a succession of soft, low, almost gentle, growling noises. "Forgive us, dear travelers," said the translator, regarding the men at the wagon. "We will give you the slave". He made a gesture and the fellow who had Ellen's neck rope, the improvised leash, looped about the pommel of the saddle loosened it, and tossed it, grinning, to the grass near her ankles. - (Prize of Gor)