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Now there was no movement among the rows of priest-kings and they stood in that uncanny frozen stance regarding Sarm. Slowly Sarm turned toward Misk. No longer was Sarm trembling or shaken but he had drawn his frame to its full and golden height. Before the Platform of the Mother, facing Misk, rearing perhaps two feet over him, Sarm stood with what, even for a priest-king, seemed a most terrible quietude. For a long moment the antennae of the two priest-kings regarded one another and then Sarm's antennae flattened themselves over his head and so, too, did Misk's. Almost at the same time the bladelike projections on their forelegs snapped into view. Slowly the priest-kings began to circle one another in a ritual more ancient perhaps even than the Feast of Tola, a ritual perhaps older than even the days and objects celebrated by the string of metal tools that hung jangling about the neck of Sarm. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )