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The judge's bar, hanging on its chain from a pole on the dividing wall, was silent. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #324)

Mip on his tarn, Green Ubar, seemed a swift, dark movement against the white sand and tiers, the shadow coursing behind them, seeming to break geometrically over the tiers. I saw the bird stop on the first perch. They waited there for a moment. The judge's bar, hanging on its chain from a pole on the dividing wall, was silent. Suddenly with a snap of its wings I could hear more than two hundred yards away the tarn exploded from the perch, Mip low on its back, and streaked toward the first "ring," the first of three huge metal rectangles, before the round "rings" mounted at the corners and at the end of the dividing wall. Startled, I saw the bird flash through the three first rings, veer and speed through the first of the round "rings," and in the same motion, still turning, pass through the second and third of the round "rings," and then, wings beating with incredible velocity, its beak forward, Mip low on its back, pass in a moment through the three rectangular "rings" on the other side of the dividing wall, then whip about the end of the dividing wall, negotiating the three round "rings" in one swift, fierce trajectory and alight, wings snapping, talons extended, on the last perch of the line, that of the winner. Mip and the bird remained there for some moments, and then I saw the bird lift itself and turn toward me. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 13)