Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 88 | View more quotes about occasionally">Occasionally they would fire back, and the bolts of crossbows would drop into the marshes about us, but harmlessly. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 85 | In the darkness, peering out, not seeing, they had no way of knowing which was a marsh gant and which an enemy. |
| 8 | 86 | For all they knew, they were encircled by rencers, somehow masters of the great bow. |
| 8 | 87 | That the great bow was used they understood from the time I struck the second helmsman, pinning him to his tiller beam. |
| 8 | 88 | Occasionally they would fire back, and the bolts of crossbows would drop into the marshes about us, but harmlessly. |
| 8 | 89 | Usually they fell far wide of our true position, for, following each of my fired shafts, Telima would pole us to a new point of vantage, whence I might again, when ready, pick a target and loose yet another of the winged shafts. |
| 8 | 90 | Sometimes merely the movement of a tharlarion or the flutter of a marsh gant, something completely unrelated to us, would summon a great falling and hissing of bolts into the marsh. |
| 8 | 91 | * * * * In the darkness, Telima and I finished some rence cake we had brought from the island, and drank some water. |
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In the darkness, peering out, not seeing, they had no way of knowing which was a marsh gant and which an enemy.
For all they knew, they were encircled by rencers, somehow masters of the great bow.
That the great bow was used they understood from the time I struck the second helmsman, pinning him to his tiller beam.
Occasionally they would fire back, and the bolts of crossbows would drop into the marshes about us, but harmlessly.
Usually they fell far wide of our true position, for, following each of my fired shafts, Telima would pole us to a new point of vantage, whence I might again, when ready, pick a target and loose yet another of the winged shafts.
Sometimes merely the movement of a tharlarion or the flutter of a marsh gant, something completely unrelated to us, would summon a great falling and hissing of bolts into the marsh.
* * * * In the darkness, Telima and I finished some rence cake we had brought from the island, and drank some water.
- (Raiders of Gor)