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| 22 | 358 | His View more quotes about eyes">eyes darted from mine. |
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| 22 | 355 | I would miss Mip at my stirrup, his grin, his advice, the counsel, his cheery words, the last slap at my stirrup. |
| 22 | 356 | But I remembered him only now as he had held the saddle of Green Ubar, dying, but his hands lifted, in victory. |
| 22 | 357 | I looked across to Menicius of Port Kar. |
| 22 | 358 | His eyes darted from mine. |
| 22 | 359 | He bent over the neck of Quarrel. |
| 22 | 360 | I saw that he had been given another knife, a tarn knife, of the sort carried by riders. |
| 22 | 361 | In his right hand, ready, there was a tarn goad. |