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I rolled to my back. I listened to the sounds of the carnival. Despite the lanterns and torches one could see the stars in the sable Gorean sky. Those of Earth, in urban areas, may never have seen how black, really, the sky can be; perhaps they have never really lifted their heads to the sky; perhaps they have never noted, or cared to note, how sharp and bright the stars can be, how astonishing they are, how beautiful they are, remote, carelessly plentiful, scattered about, indifferent, blazing in her darkness. I heard the grateful sobs of a ravished slave some racks away. I must leave Port Kar. I feared I had slain an agent of Priest-Kings. - (Players of Gor, Chapter )