Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 999 | There was much bustle and View more quotes about laughter">laughter about the camp, much preparation and shouting. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 996 | Eleven girls had been brought in, and much treasure. |
| 15 | 997 | Laughing, bloody tarnsmen, with strings of pearls thrown about their necks, and cups and goblets tied at their saddles, and their saddle packs bulging with the weight of golden tarn disks, had brought their tarns down, wings beating, to receive the greetings of the camp. |
| 15 | 998 | Merchants brought sides of bosk, and thighs of tarsk, and wines and fruits to camp, and cheeses and breads and nuts, and flowers and candies and silks and honeys. |
| 15 | 999 | There was much bustle and laughter about the camp, much preparation and shouting. |
| 15 | 1000 | In the women's tent, eleven girls, tomorrow to be collared, crouched in fear. |
| 15 | 1001 | Slave girls staggered under the plunder, carrying it to the tents of the warriors. |
| 15 | 1002 | "Tonight," had cried Rask of Treve, blood on his shield, his eyes like those of laughing tarns, "we will feast!" The men had clashed their weapons on their shields and the girls had scurried away that the feast might be prepared. |
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Eleven girls had been brought in, and much treasure.
Laughing, bloody tarnsmen, with strings of pearls thrown about their necks, and cups and goblets tied at their saddles, and their saddle packs bulging with the weight of golden tarn disks, had brought their tarns down, wings beating, to receive the greetings of the camp.
Merchants brought sides of bosk, and thighs of tarsk, and wines and fruits to camp, and cheeses and breads and nuts, and flowers and candies and silks and honeys.
There was much bustle and laughter about the camp, much preparation and shouting.
In the women's tent, eleven girls, tomorrow to be collared, crouched in fear.
Slave girls staggered under the plunder, carrying it to the tents of the warriors.
"Tonight," had cried Rask of Treve, blood on his shield, his eyes like those of laughing tarns, "we will feast!" The men had clashed their weapons on their shields and the girls had scurried away that the feast might be prepared.
- (Captive of Gor)