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The awnings had been struck, but the stands were still filled, as the thousands of silver masks of Tharna waited for the golden Tatrix herself to be the first to leave that scene of the macabre amusements of the gray city. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #194)

It was truly a tarn of tarns, my Ubar of the Skies! It was a desperate plan I had seized upon, no more than one chance in a million, unless the great tarn could tip the scales in my favor. Its wicked eyes gleamed, scanning the ground, its head and beak thrust forward, its wings still, gliding silently in great sweeps, lower and lower, over the gray towers of Tharna. Now we passed over the arena of Tharna, still boiling with its throbbing, angry multitudes. The awnings had been struck, but the stands were still filled, as the thousands of silver masks of Tharna waited for the golden Tatrix herself to be the first to leave that scene of the macabre amusements of the gray city. Far below in the midst of the crowd I caught sight of the golden robes of the Tatrix. "Tabuk!" I cried. "Tabuk!" The great predator wheeled in the sky, turning as smoothly as a knife on wire. - (Outlaw of Gor)