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There had been a woman, Elizabeth Cardwell, whom I, for her own good, had hoped to rescue from the perils of Gor, and return to Earth, but she had fled with the tarn, to escape that fate. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #202)

I think no tarn is that far from the wild. In their blood, it is said, are the wind and the sky. I thought of a tarn once known, a sable monster, whose challenge scream could be heard for pasangs, Ubar of the Skies. There had been a woman, Elizabeth Cardwell, whom I, for her own good, had hoped to rescue from the perils of Gor, and return to Earth, but she had fled with the tarn, to escape that fate. When the tarn returned I drove him away in a foolish rage. I had encountered the tarn again, years later, in the Barrens, and we had again been one, but at the end of local wars I had freed him again, that he might again take his place as the master of a mighty flock, that he might be again awing in broad, lonely skies, be again a prince amongst clouds, a lord amongst winds, that he might be again regent and king ruling over the vast grasslands he surveyed. The woman, predictably, had fallen slave. - (Swordsmen of Gor)