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At any rate, it seemed that Rask of Treve, and his raider's band, had left the lands of the Towers of the Morning. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1269)

I wished that I might have some opportunity to show my lack of fear of her, my contempt for her, that slave! In these days, as our training in the Koroban pens drew to its conclusion, I forgot both about Haakon of Skjern and Rask of Treve. Rask of Treve, it was said, had at last been driven from the environs and claims of the city of Ko-ro-ba. Certain of the tarnsmen of Ko-ro-ba boasted of having driven him from the lands of the state, but others, as I learned from guards, were only silent. At any rate, it seemed that Rask of Treve, and his raider's band, had left the lands of the Towers of the Morning. Sa-Tarna fields ripened in their yellow beauty, and caravans passed with safety. The skies remained clear of the thunder and screams of the tarns of Treve, the war cries of her spear-bearing warriors. Rask of Treve, it seemed, now sought elsewhere for the weight of gold and the flesh of women. - (Captive of Gor)