The Swamp Forest of Ar on Gor

Swamp country north of Ar
... I was to drop to the roof of the highest cylinder in Ar, slay the daughter of the Ubar, and carry away her body and the Home Stone, discarding the former in the swamp country north of Ar and carrying the latter home to Ko-ro-ba.
Tarnsman

Swamp forest considered uninhabitable
The third day's camp was made in the swamp forest that borders the city of Ar on the north. I had chosen this area because it is the most uninhabitable area within tarn strike of Ar.
Tarnsman

Lush trees of swamp forest
But an hour before midnight, on the day I knew was the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna, I climbed again to the saddle of my tarn, drew back on the one-strap, and rose above the lush trees of the swamp forest.
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Marsh of reeds
Clouds of tiny flying insects
From the back of Nar I could see the marsh, with its reeds and clouds of tiny flying insects below.
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Shallow greenish waters of the reedy marsh
Scarcely had she broken into the clearing, splashing through the shallow greenish waters near us,
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Long tendril-like vines interlace gnarled forms of swamp trees
Without thinking, I leaped from the back of Nar, seizing one of the long, tendril-like vines that parasitically interlace the gnarled forms of the swamp trees.
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Pockets of quicksand in the marsh water
We had been wading for about twenty minutes when the girl suddenly screamed, and I spun around. She had sunk to her waist in the marsh water. She had slipped into a pocket of quicksand. She cried out hysterically. Cautiously I tried to approach her, but felt the ooze slipping away beneath my feet.
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Nearby, nearer the edge of the swamp forest, is a bed of clover
I set her down on a bed of green clover. Beyond it, some hundred yards away, I could see the border of a yellow field of Sa-Tarna and a yellow thicket of Ka-la-na trees. I sat beside the girl, exhausted. I smiled to myself; the proud daughter of the Ubar in all her imperial regalia quite literally stank, stank of the swamps and the mud and of the perspiration exuded beneath that heavy covering, stank of heat and fear.
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Small dry knolls at base of swamp trees
Accordingly, carrying the sword in my hand, I waded back to the foot of the swamp tree and climbed the small, dry knoll at its base.
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Flock of wild tarns over the swamp forest
'We were somewhere over the swamp forest,' said the girl, 'when we flew into a flock of wild tarns. My tarn attacked the leader of the flock.'
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Carnivorous wild tharlarion in the marshes
'There is a carnivorous tharlarion, a wild tharlarion, in the vicinity,' he said. 'Hold tightly.'
Luckily I did immediately as he had advised, fixing my grip deep in the long black hairs that covered his thorax, for Nar suddenly raced to a nearby swamp tree and scuttled high into its branches. About two or three minutes later I heard the hunger grunt of a wild tharlarion and a moment afterwards the piercing scream of a terrified girl.
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The web - network of broad elastic strands
Web extends possibly a pasang in width through swamp trees
Adhesive substance holds prey in place
When I opened my eyes, I found myself partially adhering to a vast network of broad, elastic strands that formed a structure, perhaps a pasang in width, and through which at numerous points projected the monstrous trees of the swamp forest. I felt the network, or web, tremble, and I struggled to rise, but found myself unable to gain my feet. My flesh adhered to the adhesive substance of the broad strands.
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Swamp Spiders have four pairs of pearly eyes
Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the Swamp Spiders of Gor. I fastened my eyes on the blue sky, wanting it to be the last thing I looked upon. I shuddered as the beast paused near me, and I felt the light stroke of its forelegs, felt the tactile investigation of the sensory hairs on its appendages. I looked at it, and it peered down, with its four pairs of pearly eyes - quizzically, I thought. Then, to my astonishment, I heard a mechanically reproduced sound say, 'Who are you?'
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Mandibles are like curved knives
Pincerlike jaws chop laterally
When I said this, the monstrous insect bent near me and I caught sight of the mandibles, liked curved knives. I tensed myself for the sudden lateral chopping of those pincerlike jaws.
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Eight legs
He then backed away from me on his eight legs, but never taking the pearly gaze of his several eyes from me.
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Secretion in saliva can loosen adhesiveness of the web strands
Instead, saliva or some related type of secretion or exudate was being applied to the web in my vicinity, which loosened its adhesive grip. When freed, I was lifted lightly in the mandibles and carried to the edge of the web, where the spider seized a hanging strand and scurried downward, placing me on the ground. He then backed away from me on his eight legs, but never taking the pearly gaze of his several eyes from me.
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Strapped to abdomen is translation device
I heard the mechanically reproduced sound again. It said, 'My name is Nar, and I am of the Spider People.'
I then saw for the first time that strapped to his abdomen was a translation device, not unlike those I had seen in Ko- ro-ba. It apparently translated sound impulses, below my auditory threshold, into the sounds of human speech. My own replies were undoubtedly similarly transformed into some medium the insect could understand. One of the insect's legs twiddled with a knob on the translation device. 'Can you hear this?' he asked. He had reduced the volume of the sound to its original level, the level at which he had asked his original question.
'Yes,' I said.
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