Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 124 | "View more quotes about sleen">Sleen!" cried Saphrar, and turned and ran deeper within the house. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 121 | He threw one to one side for one guard, and the other to the other side for the other guard. |
| 26 | 122 | "Fight!" cried Saphrar. |
| 26 | 123 | The two guards broke from before the door, each picking up his sack of gold and fled through the Tuchuks. |
| 26 | 124 | "Sleen!" cried Saphrar, and turned and ran deeper within the house. |
| 26 | 125 | Not hurrying Kamchak walked his kaiila up the stairs of the house and, on kaiilaback, entered the main hall of the House of Saphrar. |
| 26 | 126 | In the main hall he looked about and then, Harold and I following, and the man with the two sleen, and the slaves with gold, and his archers and other men, he began to walk his kaiila forward, across the broad marble tiles, following the terrified Saphrar of Turia. |
| 26 | 127 | Again and again we encountered guards within the house but each time, when Saphrar took refuge behind them, Kamchak would throw gold to them and they would dissipate and Saphrar, panting, puffing, still clutching the large, purple-wrapped object in his arms, would on his short legs hurry off again. |
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He threw one to one side for one guard, and the other to the other side for the other guard.
"Fight!" cried Saphrar.
The two guards broke from before the door, each picking up his sack of gold and fled through the Tuchuks.
"Sleen!" cried Saphrar, and turned and ran deeper within the house.
Not hurrying Kamchak walked his kaiila up the stairs of the house and, on kaiilaback, entered the main hall of the House of Saphrar.
In the main hall he looked about and then, Harold and I following, and the man with the two sleen, and the slaves with gold, and his archers and other men, he began to walk his kaiila forward, across the broad marble tiles, following the terrified Saphrar of Turia.
Again and again we encountered guards within the house but each time, when Saphrar took refuge behind them, Kamchak would throw gold to them and they would dissipate and Saphrar, panting, puffing, still clutching the large, purple-wrapped object in his arms, would on his short legs hurry off again.
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