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.
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It would soon fall.
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I could now see the herds quite clearly, making out individual animals, the shaggy humps moving through the dust, see the sun of the late afternoon glinting off thousands of horns.
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Here and there I saw riders, darting about, all mounted on the swift, graceful kaiila.
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The sun reflected from the horns in the veil of dust that hung over the herds was quite beautiful.
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The lance had not yet fallen.
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.
It would soon fall.
I could now see the herds quite clearly, making out individual animals, the shaggy humps moving through the dust, see the sun of the late afternoon glinting off thousands of horns.
Here and there I saw riders, darting about, all mounted on the swift, graceful kaiila.
The sun reflected from the horns in the veil of dust that hung over the herds was quite beautiful.
The lance had not yet fallen.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )