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But on the platform before which these golden creatures stood there lay the Mother, perhaps blind, almost insensate, the large, feeble thing they revered, weak, brownish, withered, the huge worn body at last wrinkled and empty. You are dying, priest-kings, I said to myself. I strained my eyes to see if I could pick out either Sarm or Misk in those golden rows. I had watched for perhaps an hour and then it seemed that the ceremony might be over, for some minutes passed and no further priest-king approached the Mother. Then almost at the same time I saw Sarm and Misk together. The rows of the priest-kings separated forming an aisle down the middle of the chamber and the priest-kings now stood facing this aisle, and down the aisle together came Sarm and Misk. I gathered that perhaps this was the culmination of the Feast of Tola, the giving of Gur by the greatest of the priest-kings, the First Five Born, save that of that number there were only two left, the First Born and the Fifth, Sarm and Misk. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )