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But how could that defeated remnant of the forces of Temmu, removed to a far coast, return to the war, whose fields lay across the vast, turbulent breadth of Thassa, beyond even the Farther Islands, from whose waters no ship had returned? Let there be then a ship, a great ship, an unusual ship. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #87)

The devastated forces of Temmu clung to little more than the lofty heights of an ancestral holding. How then could the dice of men and war, those of Yamada and Temmu, be better balanced, be more evenly weighted? The house of Yamada had seized the land and the sea. What if the house of Temmu might be capable of seizing the air? What of tarns, unknown on the islands? Might these monsters not level a game, and adjust its odds with a more gracious equity? Possibly. But how could that defeated remnant of the forces of Temmu, removed to a far coast, return to the war, whose fields lay across the vast, turbulent breadth of thassa, beyond even the Farther Islands, from whose waters no ship had returned? Let there be then a ship, a great ship, an unusual ship. Could it, unaided, make its way to that board on which the dice were to be cast, the islands beyond the Farther Islands? If not, is the game not done? And if perchance such a ship, a large ship, a transport for men and tarns, as no other before it had done, might brave the perils of thassa, what then? And the great ship had, worn and tired, after its months at sea, at last drawn up aside the wharf at the base of the great mountain on which, like a nest of tarns itself, half hidden in the clouds, reared the holding of Temmu. The game, if it were a game, had begun. The wager, I supposed, if it were a wager, was underway. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 21)