The tarn was brought into the open. He gleamed with health
and energy. Still, the days in the tarn cot, gigantic though
it was, must have been confining for that Ubar of the Skies,
my tarn, and I knew he would relish flight, the chance to pit
his wings once again against the fierce winds of Gor. I
stroked him with affection, surprised at the fondness I felt
for the sable monster.
chapter 17 - Tarnsman of Gor