| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 7 | 120 | It was a View more quotes about soft">soft, leather botalike flask, drawn from within his tunic. |
| 7 | 121 | "Slave wine," he said. |
| 7 | 122 | "Need I drink that?" I asked, apprehensively. |
| 7 | 123 | "Unless you have had slave wine," he said, "I have no intention of taking you through the streets clad as you are. |
| 7 | 124 | Suppose you are raped". |
| 7 | 125 | I put the flask, which he had opened, to my lips. |
| 7 | 126 | Its opening was large enough to drink freely from. |