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There seemed to be a menace, an intangible fearful effect about those angular shapes in the distance. I took the tarn as high as I could, until his wings beat frantically against the thin air, but could see nothing in the Sardar Mountains that might be the habitation of priest-kings. I wondered—an eerie suspicion that suddenly swept through me—if the Sardar Mountains might actually be empty—if there might be nothing, simply nothing but the wind and the snow in those gloomy mountains, and if men worshipped, unknowingly, nothing. What of the interminable prayers of the Initiates, the sacrifices, the observances, the rituals, the innumerable shrines, altars and temples to the priest-kings? Could it be that the smoke of the burning sacrifices, the fragrance of the incense, the mumblings of the Initiates, their prostrations and grovelings were all addressed to nothing but the empty peaks of the Sardar, to the snow, and the cold and the wind that howled among those black crags? Suddenly the tarn screamed and shuddered in the air! The thought of the emptiness of the Sardar Range was banished from my mind, for here was evidence of the priest-kings! It was almost as if the bird had been seized by an invisible fist. I could sense nothing. The bird's eyes, perhaps for the first time in his life, were filled with terror, blind uncomprehending terror. I could see nothing. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )