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I could now see the priest-kings clearly where they clung upside down to the ceiling, their great swollen abdomens almost dwarfing their thoraxes and heads. Then to my amazement, one by one, the strange creatures, disdaining the bars near the door began simply to pad up the almost vertical walls to the priest-kings and then, astonishingly, began to walk upside down on the ceiling. Where they stepped I could see a glistening disk of exudate which they had undoubtedly secreted from the fleshy pads which served them as feet. While the creatures remaining on the floor continued their mournful paean, their fellow creatures on the walls and ceiling, still carrying their torches, and scattering wild shadows of their own bodies and those of swollen priest-kings against the ceiling, began to fill their golden vessels from the mouths of the priest-kings. Many times was a golden vessel held for a priest-King as it slowly yielded whatever had been stored in its abdomen to the Muls. There seemed to be almost an indefinite number of the Muls and of clinging priest-kings there were perhaps a hundred. The strange procession to and fro up the walls and across the ceiling to priest-kings and back down to the floor continued for more than an hour, during which time the Muls who stood below, some of them having returned with a full vessel, never ceased to chant their mournful paean. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )