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There was a blast on a horn, a bugle, trumpet, or such, and the formation, as a single flock, ascended sharply; another signal and it veered to its left; another and it descended to perhaps two hundred feet, far off now, and then veered to its right, and then returned to its original line of flight, toward Ar. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 63, Sentence #154)

The tarn drums kept the cadence of the flight, the wings of the great birds beating in unison. "See the standard," said Paula. "That of Ar," I said. There was a blast on a horn, a bugle, trumpet, or such, and the formation, as a single flock, ascended sharply; another signal and it veered to its left; another and it descended to perhaps two hundred feet, far off now, and then veered to its right, and then returned to its original line of flight, toward Ar. "It is beautiful," exclaimed Paula. We cried out in fear for there was a sudden sound, striking us like a bludgeon, a sudden snap of wings, great wings, not twenty feet from us, over us, air rushing about us, buffeting us, we covered for an instant by a vast, fleet shadow. We heard laughter, rapidly fading. - (Plunder of Gor)