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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Harold and I sent a rider back to Kamchak with news of the victory. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #188)
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23 188 View more quotes about harold">Harold and I sent a rider back to Kamchak with news of the victory.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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23 185 "I do not think they will slay bosk or join with Turians again," said Hakimba.
23 186 I supposed he was right.
23 187 Later in the afternoon the last of the Paravaci had been cleared from the Tuchuk wagons, wherever they might be found.
23 188 Harold and I sent a rider back to Kamchak with news of the victory.
23 189 Following him, in a few hours, would be a Thousand each from the Kataii and the Kassars, to lend him what aid they might in his work in Turia.
23 190 In the morning the warriors remaining of the two Thousands who had ridden with Harold and I would, with the help of other Tuchuks surviving among the wagons, move the wagons and the bosk from the field.
23 191 Already the bosk were growing uneasy at the smell of death and already the grass about the camp was rustling with the movements of the tiny brown prairie urts, scavengers, come to feed.
"I do not think they will slay bosk or join with Turians again," said Hakimba. I supposed he was right. Later in the afternoon the last of the Paravaci had been cleared from the Tuchuk wagons, wherever they might be found. Harold and I sent a rider back to Kamchak with news of the victory. Following him, in a few hours, would be a Thousand each from the Kataii and the Kassars, to lend him what aid they might in his work in Turia. In the morning the warriors remaining of the two Thousands who had ridden with Harold and I would, with the help of other Tuchuks surviving among the wagons, move the wagons and the bosk from the field. Already the bosk were growing uneasy at the smell of death and already the grass about the camp was rustling with the movements of the tiny brown prairie urts, scavengers, come to feed. - (Nomads of Gor)