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Strung cords with their dangling slivers of metal tend to be less favored; they may stir in the wind, like prayer chimes in a temple, which signals a human presence, past or present, and perhaps a camp's periphery. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #51)

My foot snapped a branch, and my hand, without my thinking, sped my sword half from its sheath. I strained to see deeper into the darkness. Dried branches, dried leaves, and twigs, are sometimes scattered about the periphery of a camp, or sleeping area. Strung cords with their dangling slivers of metal tend to be less favored; they may stir in the wind, like prayer chimes in a temple, which signals a human presence, past or present, and perhaps a camp's periphery. I saw little advantage in them, save to lure in intruders, which might then, after attacking empty bed rolls, be fallen upon. But bandits who know their trade would seldom attack an unscouted camp. The tarn moved beyond me, and put down its head, and, at the same time, the yellow moon broke through the clouds, and I saw branches about, heaped, from which the fire might have been fed, and a supine figure, crumpled against the rocks. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 3)