Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 257 | The View more quotes about warrior">warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 254 | How she had challenged him, how she had walked, how insolent she had been! Perhaps in that moment she thought how amused the man might be could he see her now, that proud girl, now in the Sirik, her head to the pelt of a larl, kneeling to barbarians, begging to be a slave girl; and if she thought of these things how she must have then cried out in her heart, for she would have then recognized that the man would have known full well what lay in store for her; how he must have laughed within himself at her petty show of female pride, her vanity, knowing it was this for which the lovely brown-haired girl in the yellow shift was destined. |
| 7 | 255 | "I grant her wish," said Kutaituchik. |
| 7 | 256 | Then to a warrior nearby, he said, "Bring meat". |
| 7 | 257 | The warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat. |
| 7 | 258 | Kutaituchik gestured for the girl, trembling, to be brought forward, and the two warriors brought her to him, placing her directly before him. |
| 7 | 259 | He took the meat in his hand and gave it to Kamchak, who bit into it, a bit of juice running at the side of his mouth; Kamchak then held the meat to the girl. |
| 7 | 260 | "Eat," I told her. |
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How she had challenged him, how she had walked, how insolent she had been! Perhaps in that moment she thought how amused the man might be could he see her now, that proud girl, now in the Sirik, her head to the pelt of a larl, kneeling to barbarians, begging to be a slave girl; and if she thought of these things how she must have then cried out in her heart, for she would have then recognized that the man would have known full well what lay in store for her; how he must have laughed within himself at her petty show of female pride, her vanity, knowing it was this for which the lovely brown-haired girl in the yellow shift was destined.
"I grant her wish," said Kutaituchik.
Then to a warrior nearby, he said, "Bring meat".
The warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat.
Kutaituchik gestured for the girl, trembling, to be brought forward, and the two warriors brought her to him, placing her directly before him.
He took the meat in his hand and gave it to Kamchak, who bit into it, a bit of juice running at the side of his mouth; Kamchak then held the meat to the girl.
"Eat," I told her.
- (Nomads of Gor)