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Those who wore the silver masks had risen to their feet, and the force of their cries pressed in on me like knives, the air itself seemed filled with the bedlam of their command, "Slay him!" I turned and walked slowly to the center of the arena. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #141)

"Slay him," said Dorna the Proud, gesturing to the unconscious Kron. I looked about the stands. Everywhere I saw the silver masks, and heard the shrill command, "Slay him!" On every side I saw the merciless gesture, the extended right hand, palm turned inwards, the cruel, downward chopping motion. Those who wore the silver masks had risen to their feet, and the force of their cries pressed in on me like knives, the air itself seemed filled with the bedlam of their command, "Slay him!" I turned and walked slowly to the center of the arena. I stood there, ankle deep in the sand, covered with sweat and sand, my back open from the lash of the race, my side torn from the driving horn of Kron's yoke. I stood unmoving. The fury of the stands was uncontrolled. - (Outlaw of Gor)