Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 23 | 64 | View more quotes about already">Already they were mounting their fresh, rested kaiila. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 61 | I swept with my Thousand about the outskirts of the herds until we found some hundred or two hundred Paravaci engaged in the grisly work of destroying Tuchuk bosk. |
| 23 | 62 | These two hundred, afoot, suddenly looking up with their quivas and axes, startled, screaming, were ridden down in a matter of an Ehn. |
| 23 | 63 | But then we could see, forming on the crest of a hill, thousands of Paravaci warriors, apparently held in readiness in case reinforcements should come. |
| 23 | 64 | Already they were mounting their fresh, rested kaiila. |
| 23 | 65 | We could hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms. |
| 23 | 66 | Raising my arm and shouting, I led the Thousand toward them, hoping to catch them before they could form and charge. |
| 23 | 67 | Our bosk horns rang out and my brave Thousand, worn in the saddle, weary, on spent kaiila, without a murmur or a protest, turned and following my lead struck into the center of the Paravaci forces. |
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I swept with my Thousand about the outskirts of the herds until we found some hundred or two hundred Paravaci engaged in the grisly work of destroying Tuchuk bosk.
These two hundred, afoot, suddenly looking up with their quivas and axes, startled, screaming, were ridden down in a matter of an Ehn.
But then we could see, forming on the crest of a hill, thousands of Paravaci warriors, apparently held in readiness in case reinforcements should come.
Already they were mounting their fresh, rested kaiila.
We could hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms.
Raising my arm and shouting, I led the Thousand toward them, hoping to catch them before they could form and charge.
Our bosk horns rang out and my brave Thousand, worn in the saddle, weary, on spent kaiila, without a murmur or a protest, turned and following my lead struck into the center of the Paravaci forces.
- (Nomads of Gor)