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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

At the same time the draymen, whom we had taken as peasantry, uttering the cry "Yamada," rushed toward the wagons, each bearing a dagger. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #103)
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10 103 At the View more quotes about same">same time the draymen, whom we had taken as peasantry, uttering the cry "Yamada," rushed toward the wagons, each bearing a dagger.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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10 100 "Bannerman," said I.
10 101 "Sound 'Saddles' and 'One-strap'".
10 102 Hardly had the first notes rung out than we heard another sound, the war blast of the horagai, and blades in their dozens thrust up through the canvas of dozens of wagons, cutting and ripping, and, emerging from the shreds of rent canvas, were screaming, armed men, many of two swords.
10 103 At the same time the draymen, whom we had taken as peasantry, uttering the cry "Yamada," rushed toward the wagons, each bearing a dagger.
10 104 Other covers on wagons were cast aside and archers stood revealed.
10 105 From other wagons arose Ashigaru, armed with glaives.
10 106 The mighty wings of my tarn struck the air, and I saw one fellow stumble, his forearm over his eyes, lost in a sheet of driven dust, and I was aflight.
"Bannerman," said I. "Sound 'Saddles' and 'One-strap'". Hardly had the first notes rung out than we heard another sound, the war blast of the horagai, and blades in their dozens thrust up through the canvas of dozens of wagons, cutting and ripping, and, emerging from the shreds of rent canvas, were screaming, armed men, many of two swords. At the same time the draymen, whom we had taken as peasantry, uttering the cry "Yamada," rushed toward the wagons, each bearing a dagger. Other covers on wagons were cast aside and archers stood revealed. From other wagons arose Ashigaru, armed with glaives. The mighty wings of my tarn struck the air, and I saw one fellow stumble, his forearm over his eyes, lost in a sheet of driven dust, and I was aflight. - (Rebels of Gor)