Hoop and Arrow

"Throw the hoop, throw the hoop, Tatankasa!" cried out a lad.

I took the hoop and, after two false starts, suddenly flung it to my left. The lad turned swiftly, seeing the movement with his peripheral vision, and fired a small arrow expertly through the rolling object.

"Eca! Well done!" I cried. I was truly amazed at the little devil's expertise.

"Again! Again, Tatankasa!" cried the little fellow. Such games, of course, have their role to play in honing skills and sharpening reflexes that may be of great importance in adulthood.
Blood Brothers of Gor       Book 18       Pages 23 - 24


"Tatankasa!" called a little boy. "Throw the hoop for me! Throw the hoop for me!"
"Have you seen Wopeton, the Trader?" I asked.
"No," he said. "Throw the hoop!"
"Forgive, me, Small Master," I said. "I am on business."
"Very well," he said.
Blood Brothers of Gor       Book 18       Page 193

"We knew him!" said Cuwignaka.

"Yes," I said. He had been a lad from among the Kaiila. He was well known to both Cuwignaka and myself. We had thrown the hoop for him many times, he then firing his small arrows through it.
Blood Brothers of Gor       Book 18       Page 219


Better these fellows had been running about the windy corners of the markets, looking for the veils to blow about the faces of free women or pursuing slave girls, pulling up their brief skirts, playing "brand guess," or busying themselves playing stones or hoops behind the shops.
Renegades of Gor       Book 23       Page 266