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I do not Participate in What Occurs in a Courtyard; I Recover a Silver Tarsk The war kaiila, its claws, however, sheathed, lunged at the other animal, its clawed back feet thrusting with an explosion of sand away from the ground, its fanged jaws, bound shut with leather, striking at the man astride the other beast. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #1)

They would look well on the slim ankles of the lovely Alyena, a slave girl I was having boarded and trained in the pens of Tor. This night I thought I would have my supper at the Pomegranate. I had heard their dancers were superb. I do not Participate in What Occurs in a Courtyard; I Recover a Silver Tarsk The war kaiila, its claws, however, sheathed, lunged at the other animal, its clawed back feet thrusting with an explosion of sand away from the ground, its fanged jaws, bound shut with leather, striking at the man astride the other beast. He thrust the jaws away with the buckler, and, rearing in the stirrups of his high saddle, slashed at me with the leather-sheathed curved blade. I turned the stroke with my own sheathed blade, it, too, in the light, ornamented exercise sheath. The kaiila, both of them, with the swiftness, the agility of cats, spun, half crouching, squealing in frustration, and again lunged toward one another. - (Tribesmen of Gor)