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| 13 | 45 | The View more quotes about golden">golden scarf fluttered to the sands of the arena and the Tatrix resumed her throne, reclining upon its cushions. |
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| 13 | 42 | Though we are abject beasts Fit only to live for your comfort Fit only to die for your pleasure Yet we glorify the Masks of Tharna. |
| 13 | 43 | Hail to the Masks of Tharna. |
| 13 | 44 | Hail to the Tatrix of our City. |
| 13 | 45 | The golden scarf fluttered to the sands of the arena and the Tatrix resumed her throne, reclining upon its cushions. |
| 13 | 46 | The voice speaking through the trumpet said, "Let the Amusements of Tharna begin". |
| 13 | 47 | Squeals of anticipation greeted this announcement but I had little time to listen, for I was jerked roughly to my feet. |
| 13 | 48 | "First," said the voice, "there will be the Contests of Oxen". |