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I laughed. "Did you, Oh Dark Brother of the Night, think to keep me from Ko-ro-ba?" How absurd it seemed to me that a mere sleen should have stood between me and my city. Irrationally I laughed, thinking how foolish the animal had been. But how could it have known? How could it have known that I was Tarl of Ko-ro-ba, and that I was returning to my city? There is a Gorean proverb that a man who is returning to his city is not to be detained. Was the sleen not familiar with that saying? I shook my head, to clear it of the wild thoughts. I sensed that I was irrational, perhaps a bit drunk after the kill and the first food I had had in several hours. Then, soberly, though I acknowledged it as a superstition, I performed the Gorean ritual of looking into the blood. - (Outlaw of Gor)