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The body had been placed on the sharpened point of the pole, facing upward, and then dragged downward, worked downward, wrenched downward, slowly, bit by bit, perhaps by four men, until the pole's sharpened terminus, red with blood, now a dried stain, was visible, protruding some eighteen inches above the abdomen. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #74)

"He was a citizen of Mytilene," I said. "He betrayed his Home Stone," said Thrasymedes. The naked body, now much fed upon by jards, had been impaled horizontally on the short, thick pole, which was no more than some five feet in height. The body had been placed on the sharpened point of the pole, facing upward, and then dragged downward, worked downward, wrenched downward, slowly, bit by bit, perhaps by four men, until the pole's sharpened terminus, red with blood, now a dried stain, was visible, protruding some eighteen inches above the abdomen. The eyes, what was left of them, were still open, as though staring wildly at the sky. At the foot of the pole a lyre lay broken, its strings cut. "It is an ugly way to die," I said. - (Avengers of Gor)