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In the crush of bodies the two guards on the float were brushed aside as by a roaring surf and dozens of hands stretched out, grasping at the prisoner, whom few in the crowd, in the rush and press, even saw. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #39)

When things became ugly in the triumph of Nicomachos and irate citizens saw fit to swarm the float exhibiting a prisoner, the supposed Bosk of Port Kar, to overcome his guards and tear him to pieces, Thurnock, Clitus, and I had rushed to the tumultuous scene. There was much confusion, much buffeting and trampling. Men impeded one another and struggled with one another and tore and clawed at one another. In the crush of bodies the two guards on the float were brushed aside as by a roaring surf and dozens of hands stretched out, grasping at the prisoner, whom few in the crowd, in the rush and press, even saw. Thurnock, Clitus, and myself, unlike the teeming jungle into which we thrust ourselves, striking, elbowing, and kicking, dragging at robes and tunics, shoving amongst bodies, had direction and purpose. We managed to reach the prisoner who was lost amongst bodies, strike him unconscious, cover him with my cloak, and make our way back, out of the press. "I see him!" I had cried, standing over the prone figure covered by my cloak. - (Avengers of Gor)