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The rain stopped after a time, I supposed somewhere in the vicinity of the twentieth Ahn. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #60)

Though I was weary, and hungry, so hungry that I was almost faint with hunger, I forced myself to go further, and further, to put every tenth of a pasang I could between myself and the kennels and chains of Shipcamp, and the great, fearful, mysterious ship restless at its cables, the purpose of which seemed obscure, and which for some reason so many feared to board. I had escaped in time, shortly before her departure. I would not be aboard when she descended the Alexandra, and would open the wings of her canvas to the winds of Thassa, capricious, vast, turbulent Thassa, the sea. The rain stopped after a time, I supposed somewhere in the vicinity of the twentieth Ahn. The cloud cover was still heavy. The moons were obscured. I continued on, and on, in the mud, stumbling in the darkness. - (Smugglers of Gor)