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The three Musicians bent to their instruments, and, in a moment, there were again the sounds of a paga tavern, the sounds of talk, of barbaric music, of pouring paga, the clink of bowls, the rustle of bells on the ankles of slave girls. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #64)

Then, somberly, he lifted it to his lips and drank. Putting the bowl down he wiped his mouth on his forearm and looked at the Musicians. "Play," he said. The three Musicians bent to their instruments, and, in a moment, there were again the sounds of a paga tavern, the sounds of talk, of barbaric music, of pouring paga, the clink of bowls, the rustle of bells on the ankles of slave girls. Scarcely a quarter of an Ahn had passed and the men who drank in that room had forgotten, as is the way of men, that a dark one sat with them in that room, one who wore the black tunic of the Caste of Assassins, who silently drank with them. It was enough for them that he who sat with them did not this time wear for them the mark of the black dagger on his forehead, that it was not they whom he sought. Kuurus drank, watching them, his face showing no emotion. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2)