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The first tarn flew at the object, the tarnsman's lance couched. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #232)

"No!" The large object faced south, not really moving, seemingly suspended, just rocking a little in the air, much as a ship might rock in the water. It had been years, too, since I had witnessed solid objects which could remain in place, as did that object, with little or no visible motion, silent, seemingly effortlessly suspended, almost as though alive, waiting. "Go back!" I cried, from the parapet. The first tarn flew at the object, the tarnsman's lance couched. "No!" I wept. A burst of flame rushed forth from what seemed the maw of the thing and the bird and rider, in a flash of fire, were incinerated before our eyes, and, blackened and smoking, enridged for a moment with lingering fire, a scattering of remains tumbled to the valley below. A dozen tarns, from the sides, swept toward the seemingly patient, still thing, in the sky, quiet as though waiting, and arrows and Anango darts struck sparks and rang against it. - (Rebels of Gor)