Chained in Warhoon
It must have been several hours before I regained consciousness and I well remember the feeling of surprise which swept over me as I realized that I was not dead.
I was lying among a pile of sleeping silks and furs in the corner of a small room in which were several green warriors, and bending over me was an ancient and ugly female.
As I opened my eyes she turned to one of the warriors, saying,
“He will live, O Jed.”
“ ’Tis well,” replied the one so addressed, rising and approaching my couch, “he should render rare sport for the great games.”