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Originally some of them had objected to this but after a few had almost stepped on the silent Gur Carriers, or wandered unbeknownst beneath them, some of the spidery humanoids being armed perhaps with silver tubes, their opinions changed and they became zealous to have the letter painted boldly and repainted promptly if it showed the least signs of fading. It unnerved the priest-kings to pass unknowingly within feet of, say, a pale, agile fellow from the Fungus Chambers, who might be crouching in a nearby ventilator shaft with a heat torch, who might have burned their antennae for them if he had pleased; or to suddenly find themselves surrounded by a ring of quiet herdsmen who might at a signal transfix them with a dozen of the spearlike cattle goads. Together the humans and the priest-kings of Misk made a remarkably effective fighting team. What sensory data might escape the antennae might well be discovered by the sharp-eyed human, and what subtle scent might escape the human senses would likely be easily picked up by the priest-king in the group. And as they fought together they came, as creatures will, to respect one another and to rely on one another, becoming, incredibly enough, friends. Once a brave priest-king of Misk's forces was slain and the humans who had fought with him wept. Another time a priest-king braved the fire of a dozen silver tubes to rescue one of the spidery Gur Carriers who had been injured. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )