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"Fight!" called out more than one man, eagerly. I heard booted feet racing past me, climbing the street. Brundisium is a major port, her mighty harbor berthing vessels from a thousand ports, vessels large and small, square-rigged and lateen-rigged, clinker built and carvel built, ships mercantile and naval, round ships and long ships, come from as far as Schendi in the south, and Torvaldsland to the north, vessels hailing from Tabor, Asperiche, and Anango, vessels from the mouths of the Cartius and Vosk, from Port Kar, on the shallow Tamber Gulf, whose waters mingle with those of Thassa, from the Ubarates of Cos and Tyros, and the Farther Islands, from as far away, even, as the World's End. Sometimes these cities are at war with one another, and the "truce of the port," rather like the "truce of the Sardar fairs," is occasionally sorely stressed. Even putting aside municipal rivalries, wars, vendettas, blood feuds, and such, it is not difficult to understand, given that quarters are close on a ship, and discipline unquestioning and severe, sometimes for weeks or months at sea, that strong men, brawny, vital oarsmen, and such, come ashore, freed of such restraints, impatient and quick-tempered, copper and silver in their purses, seeking the taverns, brothels, and gambling houses, and thence spilling into the streets, drunk on paga, might enliven civil life, particularly in the wharf districts. "Fight, fight!" called more than one man hurrying past me. Then my part of the coffle was suddenly much alone. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )