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I looked about at the field, at the signs of battle, the discarded shields, one deeply punctured and cut, the scattered weapons. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #674)

Then, without looking at me, he left the field. I watched him go. I struggled to my feet, my hands still bound tightly behind me. I looked about at the field, at the signs of battle, the discarded shields, one deeply punctured and cut, the scattered weapons. I looked at the great rock to which, by the neck, I had been fastened with a heavy chain. I stood in the circle torn in the turf. The wind blew the grass, my hair. - (Slave Girl of Gor)