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I did not even have a sword, and I was sure that, in any battle with priest-kings, I would constitute but a moment's work for their fierce mandibles and the bladed, hornlike projections on their forelegs. The case which I was to occupy in Misk's chamber was not as bad as I had anticipated. Indeed, it seemed to me far more luxurious than the appointments in Misk's own chamber, which seemed utterly bare except for the feed trough and numerous compartments, dials, switches and plugs mounted in one wall. The priest-kings eat and sleep standing and never lie down, except perhaps it be to die. The bareness of Misk's chamber was, however, as it turned out, only an apparent bareness to a visually oriented organism such as myself. Actually the walls, ceiling and floor were covered with what, to a priest-King, were excruciatingly beautiful scent-patterns. Indeed, Misk informed me that the patterns in his chamber had been laid down by some of the greatest artists in the Nest. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )