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I looked at the huge, somber, shaggy head of the Kur, mounted on its stake, some eight feet from the ground. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #96)

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. And I wondered if men, in ways so weak, so puny, were adequate to such foes. The Kur, it seemed to me, in virtue of its distant, doubtless harsh evolution, was well fitted to be a dominant form of life. - (Marauders of Gor)