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And how was it, I asked myself, that the Golden beetle had not already feasted on the delicate flesh of the proud beauty of Treve? And I wondered on the five strange protuberances that nested so grotesquely in her lovely body. And Misk had said to me he thought I would be too late for it was near hatching time. A cry of horror from the bottom of my heart broke from my lips in that dark passage and I turned and raced madly back down the path I had come. Time and time again I stumbled against outcroppings of rock and bruised my shoulders and thighs but never once did I diminish my speed in my headlong race back to the cavern of the Golden beetle. I found I did not even have to stop and search for the small signs I had scratched in the walls of the passages to guide my way for as I ran it seemed I knew each bend and turn of that passageway as though it had suddenly leaped alive flaming in my memory. I burst into the cavern of the Golden beetle and held the torch high. "Forgive me, Vika of Treve!" I cried. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )