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At that point, from the darkness, a voice called out, "Deploy, Sleen of Mintar, the urts are in the trap!" Lucilius may have understood little of this, but the men with him were only too aware of the might of the merchant, Mintar, his vast web of agents and informants, his generous rewards for the apprehension of those who might be so foolish as to harrow his wagons, and the numbers and tenacity of his hunters, trained killers known for the relentless pursuit of their quarry, pursuits sometimes prolonged for years. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 65, Sentence #198)

"We are not caravan bandits!" cried a man, clearly alarmed, looking about. "Then I regret that a tragic misunderstanding has taken place," said the Lady Bina. "I am very sorry". At that point, from the darkness, a voice called out, "Deploy, Sleen of Mintar, the urts are in the trap!" Lucilius may have understood little of this, but the men with him were only too aware of the might of the merchant, Mintar, his vast web of agents and informants, his generous rewards for the apprehension of those who might be so foolish as to harrow his wagons, and the numbers and tenacity of his hunters, trained killers known for the relentless pursuit of their quarry, pursuits sometimes prolonged for years. More than one road had been lined with the impaled bodies of their prey. Too, it was rumored that Mintar had access to the resources of the state, as well. Surely it was clear that he was highly placed in the estimation of the state. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 65)