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There was a great roar of laughter. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #147)

Some of the men crowded around the table now. "Where are you from?" asked one eagerly. "I have lived all my life in Tharna," I told them. There was a great roar of laughter. Soon, pounding the time on the table with the butt of my spear, I was leading a raucous round of songs, mostly wild drinking songs, warrior songs, songs of the encampment and march, but too I taught them songs I had learned in the caravan of Mintar the Merchant, so long ago, when I had first loved Talena, songs of love, of loneliness, of the beauties of one's cities, and of the fields of Gor. The Kal-da flowed free that night and thrice the oil in the hanging tharlarion lamps needed to be renewed by the sweating, joyful proprietor of the Kal-da shop. Men from the streets, dumbfounded by the sounds which came from within, pressed through the squat door and soon had joined in. - (Outlaw of Gor)