Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 10 | 356 | "View more quotes about certainly">Certainly," remarked the nearest judge. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 353 | At the request of any warrior of the Wagon Peoples, a judge would remove the pins of the face veil of a Turian girl and push back the hood of her Robes of Concealment, in order that her head and face might be seen. |
| 10 | 354 | This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked. |
| 10 | 355 | "I would like to take a look at this one," Kamchak was saying, jerking a thumb in the direction of Aphris of Turia. |
| 10 | 356 | "Certainly," remarked the nearest judge. |
| 10 | 357 | "Can you not remember, Sleen," asked the girl, "the face of Aphris of Turia?" "My memory is vague," said Kamchak. |
| 10 | 358 | "There are so many faces". |
| 10 | 359 | The judge unpinned her white and gold veil and then, with a gentle hand, brushed back her hood revealing her long, lovely black hair. |
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At the request of any warrior of the Wagon Peoples, a judge would remove the pins of the face veil of a Turian girl and push back the hood of her Robes of Concealment, in order that her head and face might be seen.
This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked.
"I would like to take a look at this one," Kamchak was saying, jerking a thumb in the direction of Aphris of Turia.
"Certainly," remarked the nearest judge.
"Can you not remember, Sleen," asked the girl, "the face of Aphris of Turia?" "My memory is vague," said Kamchak.
"There are so many faces".
The judge unpinned her white and gold veil and then, with a gentle hand, brushed back her hood revealing her long, lovely black hair.
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