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In a few moments, crowding my kaiila in, moving with courtesy but resolution through the guards, I found myself near the center of the parleying group, in the line behind the pashas and the khan. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #190)

I urged my kaiila down the slope. I would mix in with the parleying group. I had little doubt that each there would assume I had business there, and was legitimate party to some group not their own. In a few moments, crowding my kaiila in, moving with courtesy but resolution through the guards, I found myself near the center of the parleying group, in the line behind the pashas and the khan. "Mighty Haroun," said Baram, Sheik of Bezhad, "the command is yours! The Kavars await!" "The Bakahs, too!" cried the pasha of the Bakahs. "The Ta'Kara!" "The Char!" "The Kashani!" Each of the pashas lifted their lances. The veiled figure, robed in white, with the lance and pennon, nodded his head, accepting the command of these thousands of fierce warriors. - (Tribesmen of Gor)