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I was less pleased to have left the translator with the disk but it seemed the better thing to do, for one would not have taken a translator into the tunnels of the Golden Beetle and if it were found missing from the disk it might occasion speculation not that I had returned from the tunnels of the Golden Beetle but more likely that I had only pretended to enter. The word of the two Muls by the portal might or might not carry weight with their Priest-King Masters. I had not walked far from the Vivarium before I was able to regather my general directions in the Nest and, as I walked impatiently along, I spied a transportation disk docked, so to speak, hovering on its cushion of gas, outside one of the tall steel portals of the Hall of Commissaries. The disk was of course, untended, for in the enclosed, regulated life of the Nest theft, save for an occasional handful of salt, was unknown. Therefore I may have been setting something of a precedent when I leaped on the transportation disk and stepped to the accelerator strips. I was soon gliding rapidly down the hall on my, let us say, considering the significance and urgency of my mission, commandeered vehicle. I had gone not more than a pasang or so when I spun the disk to a stop before another portal in the Hall of Commissaries. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )