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In the light of the Gorean moons we saw slaughtered bosk, some hundreds of them, and, some two hundred yards away, withdrawing, perhaps a thousand warriors mounted on tharlarion. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #36)

With these he hurriedly conferred and then I saw him lift his arm and red war lanterns were moved on ropes to the top of poles, and, to my amazement, aisles seemed to open in the densely packed bosk before the men, herdsmen and herd sleen moving the animals back to clear long grassy passages between their lumbering, shaggy hulks. And then, following the war lanterns, filing out of their ranks with a swiftness and precision that was incredible, long, flying columns of warriors flowed like rivers between the beasts. I rode at Kamchak's side and in an instant it seemed we had passed through the bellowing, startled herd and had emerged on the plain beyond. In the light of the Gorean moons we saw slaughtered bosk, some hundreds of them, and, some two hundred yards away, withdrawing, perhaps a thousand warriors mounted on tharlarion. Suddenly, instead of giving pursuit, Kamchak drew his mount to a halt and behind him the rushing cavalries of the Tuchuks snarled pawing to a halt, holding their ground. I saw that a yellow lantern was halfway up the pole below the two red lanterns. "Give pursuit!" I cried. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 14)