Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 73 | I struck View more quotes about first">first their helmsmen, and soon none would ascend to the tiller deck. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 70 | As we silently moved among the growths of the marsh we heard the wild cries of men, and the screaming of the girl bound to the prow, until, by a whip slave, she was lashed to silence. |
| 8 | 71 | "Cut! Cut! Cut!" I heard the officer cry out to the slaves in the punt and, immediately, almost frenzied, they began to hack away at the tangles of marsh vine with their bladed poles. |
| 8 | 72 | Throughout the afternoon and evening, unhurried, Telima and I, like a prowling sleen, circled the barges, and, when it pleased us, loosed another of the long shafts of the great bow. |
| 8 | 73 | I struck first their helmsmen, and soon none would ascend to the tiller deck. |
| 8 | 74 | Then warriors climbed down to the punt, to help the slaves cut marsh vine and sedge, to clear the way, but these warriors, exposed, fell easy prey to the birds of the bow. |
| 8 | 75 | Then more slaves were put in the punt, and ordered to cut, and cut more. |
| 8 | 76 | And when some growth had been cleared and an oar-master would dare to take his seat to call the time for rowers he, too, like the helmsmen, would taste in his heart the touch of the metal-piled shaft. |
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As we silently moved among the growths of the marsh we heard the wild cries of men, and the screaming of the girl bound to the prow, until, by a whip slave, she was lashed to silence.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!" I heard the officer cry out to the slaves in the punt and, immediately, almost frenzied, they began to hack away at the tangles of marsh vine with their bladed poles.
Throughout the afternoon and evening, unhurried, Telima and I, like a prowling sleen, circled the barges, and, when it pleased us, loosed another of the long shafts of the great bow.
I struck first their helmsmen, and soon none would ascend to the tiller deck.
Then warriors climbed down to the punt, to help the slaves cut marsh vine and sedge, to clear the way, but these warriors, exposed, fell easy prey to the birds of the bow.
Then more slaves were put in the punt, and ordered to cut, and cut more.
And when some growth had been cleared and an oar-master would dare to take his seat to call the time for rowers he, too, like the helmsmen, would taste in his heart the touch of the metal-piled shaft.
- (Raiders of Gor)