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But as the men cried out, and cheered, and the weapons clashed on shields, I looked to a place in the hall where, mounted on a great stake, was the huge, savage head of the Kur which I had slain on the Skerry of Vars. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #94)

Ivar, no longer outlaw, now stood among the Jarls of the north. Spear blades rang on shields. I stood proudly, strong in my happiness for the fortune of my friend. But as the men cried out, and cheered, and the weapons clashed on shields, I looked to a place in the hall where, mounted on a great stake, was the huge, savage head of the Kur which I had slain on the Skerry of Vars. For a man to be great, had said Ivar Forkbeard, he must need great enemies. I looked at the huge, somber, shaggy head of the Kur, mounted on its stake, some eight feet from the ground. I wondered if men, truly, knew how great their enemies were. - (Marauders of Gor)