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Then I screamed, again, for suddenly, with a ripping of fiber, an object, short, narrow, cylindrical, pointed, metal-finned, had burst up through the floor of the basket in which I lay. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #327)

"Hold!" it cried. "Hold! Gold or steel! Hold!" "Gold!" cried Tullius Quintus, "as and when it pleases me!" "Sleen!" cried the other voice. There was suddenly a great crack, as of the smiting of wind, like the crack of sails, like the snapping of a mighty banner, or whip, and the very basket in which I was held shook, and then, suddenly, the ropes were taut, and the basket, as I screamed in fear, thrown back, helpless in my bonds and strap, slid rapidly across the wooden platform, and, a moment later, it seemed to leap from the planks and it swung free, how far above the land I did not know. Then I screamed, again, for suddenly, with a ripping of fiber, an object, short, narrow, cylindrical, pointed, metal-finned, had burst up through the floor of the basket in which I lay. It was the first quarrel I had ever seen, and it had introduced itself not more than a foot from my side. "Kajira," called Tullius Quintus back and down to me, I thought from yards away, "do you live?" "I live, Master," I called back. I then heard Tullius Quintus, my master, laugh. - (Plunder of Gor)