There was a tapestry to the right, a well-woven
depiction of some hunting scene, I took it, but
fancifully done, the spear-carrying hunters mounted
on birds of a sort and attacking an ugly animal that
reminded me of a boar, except that it appeared to be
too large, out of proportion to the hunters. Its jaws
carried four tusks, curved like scimitars. It reminded
me, with the vegetation and background and the
classic serenity of the faces, of a Renaissance tapestry
I had once seen on a vacation tour I had taken to
Florence in my second year at the University.
Tarnsman of Gor, page 22

Before the feast I had helped the women, cleaning
the fish and dressing marsh gants, and then, later,
turning spits for the roasted tarsks, roasted over
rence-root fires kept on metal pans, elevated about
the rence of the island by metal racks, themselves
resting on larger pans.
This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
Woman of Gor
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