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Many times was a golden vessel held for a priest-King as it slowly yielded whatever had been stored in its abdomen to the Muls. There seemed to be almost an indefinite number of the Muls and of clinging priest-kings there were perhaps a hundred. The strange procession to and fro up the walls and across the ceiling to priest-kings and back down to the floor continued for more than an hour, during which time the Muls who stood below, some of them having returned with a full vessel, never ceased to chant their mournful paean. The Muls made no use of the bars and from this I gathered that they might have been placed where they were in ancient times before there were such creatures to serve priest-kings. I assumed that the exudate or whatever it might be that had been taken from the priest-kings was Gur, and that I now understood what it was to retain Gur. Finally the last of the unusual Muls stood below on the stone flooring. In all this time not one of them had so much as glanced in our direction, so single-minded were they in their work. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )