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Our tarnsman drew the basket over the courtyard and, gaining altitude there, then departed the walls of the keep, following the others. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #877)

Even in the shelter of the basket the torrent of air was frightening. If one had stood upon the parapet surely one would have been hurled in its blasts to the courtyard below. There had been a moment of slack and then the lines on the basket had drawn taut. Our tarnsman drew the basket over the courtyard and, gaining altitude there, then departed the walls of the keep, following the others. When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor themselves. I wondered how many slave girls, helpless and bound, a tiny silver leaf dangling from their ear, had been carried by the men of Treve in this basket, and how many more in the future would find themselves its captive. I could see the keep of Stones of Turmus in flames, dropping away below us. - (Slave Girl of Gor)