Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 21 | 175 | "Away!" View more quotes about cried">cried Barus, waving his cloak at a tharlarion, browsing near the posts. |
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Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 21 | 172 | Small cities and towns, usually ruggedly independent, even belligerently so, along the river, such as Ven and Turmus, found themselves, to their discomfort, half coerced by armed might, half enticed with alliances and treaties, embroiled in the struggles of major powers. |
| 21 | 173 | "Hah!" laughed Barus. |
| 21 | 174 | "How clever you scoundrels are! You engage me in conversation, and then, you shirkers, you dally in the performance of your fitting and lowly labors! Do you think you are free persons who may stop to pass the time of day? No, you are collared brutes! Now work, you neck-ringed sleen, if you would live to see the sunset, work! Work!" Laughing, with a will, we turned again to our labors. |
| 21 | 175 | "Away!" cried Barus, waving his cloak at a tharlarion, browsing near the posts. |
| 21 | 176 | It blinked, and turned away, its huge tail twitching. |
| 21 | 177 | Later in the morning, on the dusty road outside the posts, a two-wheeled cart passed, drawn by a small tharlarion, driven by a single driver. |
| 21 | 178 | Behind it, her neck tied by a rope to the back of it, in a brief slave tunic, her hands braceleted behind her back, walked a slave girl. |
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Small cities and towns, usually ruggedly independent, even belligerently so, along the river, such as Ven and Turmus, found themselves, to their discomfort, half coerced by armed might, half enticed with alliances and treaties, embroiled in the struggles of major powers.
"Hah!" laughed Barus.
"How clever you scoundrels are! You engage me in conversation, and then, you shirkers, you dally in the performance of your fitting and lowly labors! Do you think you are free persons who may stop to pass the time of day? No, you are collared brutes! Now work, you neck-ringed sleen, if you would live to see the sunset, work! Work!" Laughing, with a will, we turned again to our labors.
"Away!" cried Barus, waving his cloak at a tharlarion, browsing near the posts.
It blinked, and turned away, its huge tail twitching.
Later in the morning, on the dusty road outside the posts, a two-wheeled cart passed, drawn by a small tharlarion, driven by a single driver.
Behind it, her neck tied by a rope to the back of it, in a brief slave tunic, her hands braceleted behind her back, walked a slave girl.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor)