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Misk left the room and I, bearing the torch, followed him. The Scanning Room Though the moss in the case was soft I had great difficulty in falling asleep that night, for I could not rid my mind of the turbulence which had been occasioned in it by the disclosures of Misk, the priest-King. I could not forget the winged figure on the stone table. I could not forget the plot of Misk, the threat which loomed over the Nest of the priest-kings. In fevered sleep it seemed I saw Sarm's great head with its powerful, laterally moving jaws hovering over me, that I heard the cry of larls and saw the burning pupils of Parp's eyes and his reaching toward me with instruments and a golden net, and I found myself chained to the foot of Vika's couch and heard her laugh and I cried aloud and shouted and sat up on the moss startled. "You are awake," said a voice on a translator. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, and through the transparent plastic of the case I saw a priest-King. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )