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The great birds did not land, but hovered, some yards from the ground; long knotted ropes, fastened to their saddle rings, spilled to the earth. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #3)

Fool, I said to myself, fool! Do not care for her! Use the whip on her! Teach her she is a slave! Do not let her forget it! But I would not leave her behind. Lines are Severed; Torches Fall Into the Sea Dust was roiling in the courtyard from the beating of wings. I feared it was too late. The great birds did not land, but hovered, some yards from the ground; long knotted ropes, fastened to their saddle rings, spilled to the earth. Each bird could carry, for a short way, some seven or eight men. In such a way men may be borne over the walls of a city, in a raid, to set it afire, to attack a Ubar, to free a fellow, to fight to open a gate. In a city, of course, one risks swaying, almost invisible tarn wire, capable of disemboweling or beheading a bird, cutting away a wing in flight. - (Mariners of Gor)