I passed fields that were burning, and burning huts of peasants, the smoking shells of Sa-Tarna
granaries, the shattered, slatted coops for vulos, the broken walls of keeps for the small, long-
haired domestic verr, less belligerent and sizable than the wild verr of the Voltai Ranges. Nomads
of Gor, page 10
Behind them another four haruspexes, one from each People, carried a large wooden cage, made
of sticks lashed together, which contained perhaps a dozen white vulos, domesticated pigeons.
Nomads of Gor, page 175
"Fall to your hands and knees," he said. "Put your bead down." He did so, and I followed his
example. To my surprise the five birds began to circle. I looked up. They were wild vulos, tawny
and broad-winged. In a short time they alighted, several yards from us. They watched us, their
heads turned to one side. Hassan began to kiss rhythmically at the back of his band, his head
down, but moving so as to see the birds. The sound he made was not unlike that of an animal
lapping water. There was a squawk as he seized one of the birds which, curious, ventured too
near. The other vulos took flight. Hassan broke the bird’s neck between his fingers and
|This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
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