Then, furiously, the scars wild in his face, he sprang up in the stirrups and lifted both hands to the sky.
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"Spirit of the Sky," he cried, "let the lance fall to me—to me!" Then abruptly, furious, he wheeled the kaiila and joined the others, whence he turned to regard me.
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As I watched, the Tuchuk took his long, slender lance and thrust it into the ground, point upward.
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Then, slowly, the four riders began to walk their mounts about the lance, watching it, right hands free to seize it should it begin to fall.
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The wind seemed to rise.
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In their way I knew they were honoring me, that they had respected my stand in the matter of the charging lances, that now they were gambling to see who would win me, to whose weapons my blood must flow, beneath the paws of whose kaiila I must fall bloodied to the earth.
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I watched the lance tremble in the shaking earth, and saw the intentness of the riders as they watched its slightest movement.
Then, furiously, the scars wild in his face, he sprang up in the stirrups and lifted both hands to the sky.
"Spirit of the Sky," he cried, "let the lance fall to me—to me!" Then abruptly, furious, he wheeled the kaiila and joined the others, whence he turned to regard me.
As I watched, the Tuchuk took his long, slender lance and thrust it into the ground, point upward.
Then, slowly, the four riders began to walk their mounts about the lance, watching it, right hands free to seize it should it begin to fall.
The wind seemed to rise.
In their way I knew they were honoring me, that they had respected my stand in the matter of the charging lances, that now they were gambling to see who would win me, to whose weapons my blood must flow, beneath the paws of whose kaiila I must fall bloodied to the earth.
I watched the lance tremble in the shaking earth, and saw the intentness of the riders as they watched its slightest movement.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )