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

At last we emerged into a large audience room, with a domed ceiling, heavily carpeted and hung with tapestries. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #153)
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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26 150 Another time he warned us back and called for a lance, with which he tripped a wire in the passage.
26 151 Four spears, with bronze heads, suddenly burst across the passage, emerging from circular openings, their tips striking into other small openings across the passage.
26 152 Kamchak, with his boot, broke the spear shafts and we moved between them.
26 153 At last we emerged into a large audience room, with a domed ceiling, heavily carpeted and hung with tapestries.
26 154 I recognized it immediately, for it was the room in which Harold and I had been brought prisoner before Saphrar of Turia.
26 155 In the room there were four persons.
26 156 Sitting in the place of honor, cross-legged, calm, on the merchant's cushions, on his personal dais, applying a bit of oil to the blade of his sword, sat the lean, scarred Ha-Keel, once of Ar, now a mercenary tarnsman of squalid, malignant Port Kar.
Another time he warned us back and called for a lance, with which he tripped a wire in the passage. Four spears, with bronze heads, suddenly burst across the passage, emerging from circular openings, their tips striking into other small openings across the passage. Kamchak, with his boot, broke the spear shafts and we moved between them. At last we emerged into a large audience room, with a domed ceiling, heavily carpeted and hung with tapestries. I recognized it immediately, for it was the room in which Harold and I had been brought prisoner before Saphrar of Turia. In the room there were four persons. Sitting in the place of honor, cross-legged, calm, on the merchant's cushions, on his personal dais, applying a bit of oil to the blade of his sword, sat the lean, scarred Ha-Keel, once of Ar, now a mercenary tarnsman of squalid, malignant Port Kar. - (Nomads of Gor)