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Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Nor do I fear," said the brawny fellow, "the legions of Cos, nor her adherents or spies! I am of Ar!" He then strode between the ropes to the stone, which rested upon a plank, itself resting on two huge terra-cotta vats, of the sort into which slop pots in insulae are dumped. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #8)
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4 8 "Nor do I View more quotes about fear">fear," said the brawny fellow, "the legions of Cos, nor her adherents or spies! I am of Ar!" He then strode between the ropes to the stone, which rested upon a plank, itself resting on two huge terra-cotta vats, of the sort into which slop pots in insulae are dumped.

Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 5 He did not enter between the velvet ropes, forming their corridor to the roped enclosure within which rested the stone.
4 6 "I do not fear to do so, even now," said a brawny fellow of the caste of metal workers.
4 7 "Steady," I said to Marcus, beside me.
4 8 "Nor do I fear," said the brawny fellow, "the legions of Cos, nor her adherents or spies! I am of Ar!" He then strode between the ropes to the stone, which rested upon a plank, itself resting on two huge terra-cotta vats, of the sort into which slop pots in insulae are dumped.
4 9 Such vats are usually removed once or twice a week, emptied in one carnarium or another, outside the walls, rinsed out and returned to the insula.
4 10 Companies have been organized for this purpose.
4 11 "Curses upon Ar's Station," he cried, "city faithless and without honor, suborned ally, taker of bribes, refuge of scoundrels, home of cowards, betrayer of the mother city! Down with Ar's Station.
He did not enter between the velvet ropes, forming their corridor to the roped enclosure within which rested the stone. "I do not fear to do so, even now," said a brawny fellow of the caste of metal workers. "Steady," I said to Marcus, beside me. "Nor do I fear," said the brawny fellow, "the legions of Cos, nor her adherents or spies! I am of Ar!" He then strode between the ropes to the stone, which rested upon a plank, itself resting on two huge terra-cotta vats, of the sort into which slop pots in insulae are dumped. Such vats are usually removed once or twice a week, emptied in one carnarium or another, outside the walls, rinsed out and returned to the insula. Companies have been organized for this purpose. "Curses upon Ar's Station," he cried, "city faithless and without honor, suborned ally, taker of bribes, refuge of scoundrels, home of cowards, betrayer of the mother city! Down with Ar's Station. - (Magicians of Gor)