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I must wait. The approaching man stopped singing about twenty yards from us, and stood grinning in the grass. He held the spear, with its dependent articles, in his left hand now, and raised his right in a cheerful fashion, palm inward, facing the body. "Tal, Rarii!" said he, calling out, grinning. "Tal, Rarius," said the bearded man. The newcomer slipped the bota from his belt, and discarded, too, the pouch he carried. The bearded man waved his arm angrily, and spoke harshly. - (Slave Girl of Gor)