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Bemused, I had burned it in the tiny flame of the candle on the table near me, now little more than a twig of wick in a puddle of clear, melted wax, and then I had, with the palm of my hand, snuffed out the tiny flame. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #420)

One other incident of that council meeting I shall mention. It was shortly past daybreak, and the gray light of Port Kar's dawn was filtering in through the high, narrow windows of the Council of Captains. I had taken the note which I had received the preceding afternoon from my wallet, that which had purported to be from Samos, which he had denied sending. Bemused, I had burned it in the tiny flame of the candle on the table near me, now little more than a twig of wick in a puddle of clear, melted wax, and then I had, with the palm of my hand, snuffed out the tiny flame. It was day. "I suspect," Samos was saying, "that Cos and Tyros are implicated in the attempted coup of the House of Sevarius". I myself would not have been surprised if this had been true. - (Raiders of Gor)