Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 33 | 62 | While I View more quotes about waited">waited impatiently two more men cut a thigh from the slain beast and this, dripping with grease and blood, was ordered cast upon the fire. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 33 | 59 | Its shaggy coat had been oiled and groomed and colored beads were hung about its horns. |
| 33 | 60 | Drawing a small knife from his pouch, the Initiate cut a strand of hair from the animal and threw it into a nearby fire. |
| 33 | 61 | Then he gestured to a subordinate, and the man, with a sword, opened the throat of the animal and it sank to its knees, the blood from its throat being caught in a golden laver held by a third man. |
| 33 | 62 | While I waited impatiently two more men cut a thigh from the slain beast and this, dripping with grease and blood, was ordered cast upon the fire. |
| 33 | 63 | "All else has failed!" cried the Initiate, weaving back and forth, his hands in the air. |
| 33 | 64 | Then he began to mumble prayers very quickly in archaic Gorean, a language in which the Initiates converse among themselves and conduct their various ceremonies. |
| 33 | 65 | At the end of this long but speedily delivered prayer, refrains to which were rapidly furnished by the Initiates massed about him, he cried, "Oh Priest-Kings, let this our last sacrifice turn aside your wrath. |
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Its shaggy coat had been oiled and groomed and colored beads were hung about its horns.
Drawing a small knife from his pouch, the Initiate cut a strand of hair from the animal and threw it into a nearby fire.
Then he gestured to a subordinate, and the man, with a sword, opened the throat of the animal and it sank to its knees, the blood from its throat being caught in a golden laver held by a third man.
While I waited impatiently two more men cut a thigh from the slain beast and this, dripping with grease and blood, was ordered cast upon the fire.
"All else has failed!" cried the Initiate, weaving back and forth, his hands in the air.
Then he began to mumble prayers very quickly in archaic Gorean, a language in which the Initiates converse among themselves and conduct their various ceremonies.
At the end of this long but speedily delivered prayer, refrains to which were rapidly furnished by the Initiates massed about him, he cried, "Oh Priest-Kings, let this our last sacrifice turn aside your wrath.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)