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тАЬShe is only a slave,тАЭ I said again.

The crowd closed in a bit more, menacingly. Phoebe looked up, frightened.

In the press there was not even room to draw the sword, let alone wield it.

тАЬLet us kill her,тАЭ said a fellow.

(pg. 16) тАЬMove back,тАЭ said Marcus, angrily.

тАЬA slut of Cos,тАЭ said another man.

тАЬLet us kill her!тАЭ said another fellow.

Phoebe was very small and helpless, kneeling on the stones, near the wall.

тАЬContinue on your way,тАЭ I said to the men gathered about. тАЬBe about your business.тАЭ

тАЬCos is our business,тАЭ said a man.

The ugliness of the crowd, its hostility, and such, was, I think, a function of recent events, which had
precipitated confusion, uncertainty and terror in Ar, in particular the military catastrophe in the delta, in which
action, absurdly, the major land forces at Torcadino, one of the largest assemblages of armed men ever seen of
Gor, under their polemarkos, Myron, cousin to Lurius of Jad, Ubar of Cos, had now set their standards towards
Ar. Torcadino had been a supply depot for the forces of Cos on the continent. It had been seized by the
mercenary, Dietrich of Tarnburg, to forestall the march on Ar. Ar, however, had failed to act. She had not
relieved the siege at Torcadino nor that in the north, at ArтАЩs Station. Dietrich, finally understanding the treason
in Ar, in high places, had managed to effect a withdrawal from Torcadino. His location was now unknown and
Cos had put a price on his head. Now there lay little or nothing between the major forces of Cos on the
continent, now on the march, and the gates of Ar. Further, though there was much talk in the city of resistance,
of the traditions of Ar, of her Home Stone, and such, I did not think that the people of Ar, stunned and confused
by the apparently inexplicable succession of recent disasters, had the will to resist the Cosians. Perhaps if there
had been a Marlenus of Ar in the city, a Ubar, one to raise the people and lead them, there might have been
hope. But the city was now under the governance of the regent, Gnieus Lelius, who, I had little doubt, might
have efficiently managed a well-ordered polity under normal conditions, but was an unlikely leader in a time of
darkness, crisis and terror. He was, I thought, a good man and an estimable civil servant, but he was not a
Marlenus of Ar. Marlenus of Ar had vanished months ago on a punitive raid in the Voltai, directed against the
tarnsmen of Treve. He was presumed dead.
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тАЬKill her!тАЭ said a man.

тАЬKill her!тАЭ said another.

тАЬNo!тАЭ said Marcus.

тАЬNo!,тАЩ I said.

тАЬThere are only two of them,тАЭ said a fellow.