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There was something piteous in the gesture. Did it wish me to comb the antennae? Was it conscious? Was it mad with pain? I stood not understanding and then the Priest-King did what he wished: with a toss of his great golden head he hurled his antennae against my blade, cutting them from his head, and then, after a moment, having closed himself in the world of his own pain, abandoning the external world in which he was no longer master, he slipped down to the steel flooring of the ship, dead. The ship, as I discovered, had been manned by only two Priest-Kings, probably one at the controls, the other at the weapon. Now that it was not being controlled, it hovered where the second Priest-King, probably its pilot, had left it when he had come to investigate the fate of his companion. It was dark in the ship, except in the vicinity of the opened hatch. But, groping my way, I went forward to the controls. There, to my pleasure, I found two silver tubes, fully charged. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )