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I saw him drop his man, and turn, seeking another. I threw a man whom I had struck, even before he died, over the parapet, striking another, who, clinging desperately to the siege pole, carried it back in a long arc with him as he fell. I saw one of my former slaves, with a spear shaft, beating another man from the wall. Samos thrust his blade into the Y-shaped opening of a helmet, parried a spear thrust from his body, and met the steel of another man. We heard the trumpet of retreat, and killed six as they tried to escape back over the wall. We, panting, bloody, looked about ourselves. "The next attack," said Samos, indifferently, "will be the last". - (Raiders of Gor)