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The boy, his feet braced on a knot in the swaying rope, his hands clenched on its fibers, swung below me. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #133)

"Yes, Captain," cried the man. "Do you think you can cling," asked I, "to a knotted rope for hours?" "Of course, Captain," said he. In a few moments the tarn spread his wings before the black wind and, caught in the blast, was hurled before the Dorna, and began, in dizzying circles, to climb in the wind and sleet. The boy, his feet braced on a knot in the swaying rope, his hands clenched on its fibers, swung below me. Far below I saw the Dorna, lifting and falling in the troughs of the waves, and, separated from her, the ships of the fleet, round ships and tarn ships, storm sails set, oars dipping, flying before the storm. I did not see any of the ships of Cos or Tyros. Terence of Treve, mercenary captain of the tarnsmen, had refused to return to Port Kar before the return of the fleet. - (Raiders of Gor)