"Fighting is not allowed in public places," it said loudly in oddly accented but perfectly comprehensible Sarl. "I shall take charge of all weapons in this vicinity. Resistance will incur physical penalties not excluding unconsciousness and death." It was already gathering up the sword and pistol from the floor, swinging through the air with a whooshing sound. The Nariscene handed it Holse's long knife. "Thank you," he said. It removed Baerth's pistol from its holster - the man was still flat out under Holse's boot, and starting to make gurgling sounds - took another, smaller gun from the prone knight's boot and also found a dagger and two small throwing knives in his tunic. From Vollird, now holding his right hand delicately and grimacing, it took a sword, a long knife and a length of wire with wooden grips at each end.
"All unauthorised weapons have now been removed from the vicinity," the machine announced. Ferbin noticed that a small crowd of people - aliens, machines, whatever one might call them - had gathered at a polite distance, to watch. The machine holding all the weapons said, "Nariscene Barbarian Relational Mentor Tchilk, present, is in notional charge here until further Authority arrives. All involved will hold approximate position under my custody, meantimes. Failure to comply will incur physical penalties not excluding unconsciousness and death."
- Iain M. Banks
