Through the door of the dungeon a yoked figure was thrust by the butt ends of two spears.
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He stumbled through the entire room before he struck the wall with the yoke.
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He managed to turn the yoke and slide down the wall to a seated position.
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He was an unkempt, strong-looking lad, with cheerful blue eyes and a mop of hair like the mane of a black larl.
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He sat on the straw, and smiled at us, a jolly, impish, shamefaced smile.
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He stretched his neck in the yoke and moved his fingers.
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"Well, Linna," he said.
Through the door of the dungeon a yoked figure was thrust by the butt ends of two spears.
He stumbled through the entire room before he struck the wall with the yoke.
He managed to turn the yoke and slide down the wall to a seated position.
He was an unkempt, strong-looking lad, with cheerful blue eyes and a mop of hair like the mane of a black larl.
He sat on the straw, and smiled at us, a jolly, impish, shamefaced smile.
He stretched his neck in the yoke and moved his fingers.
"Well, Linna," he said.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )