| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 13 | 841 | The other View more quotes about tarn">tarn streaked away, and its rider, standing in his stirrups, braced in the saddle, held to it by the broad safety strap, was redrawing his crossbow, a quarrel held in his teeth. |
| 13 | 842 | My captor attacked, giving him no instant in which to set again his bow. |
| 13 | 843 | When only yards separated us, the other man flung away his bow and quarrel, seizing up his shield. |
| 13 | 844 | My captor, standing in his stirrups, flung his own great spear. |
| 13 | 845 | It struck the other's shield, piercing it. |
| 13 | 846 | If the other man had not been fastened in his saddle by the great strap the force of my captor's blow would have struck him from the saddle. |
| 13 | 847 | As it was, it spun him, tearing the shield from his arm. |