| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 82 | The Kur, turning, now View more quotes about facing">facing me, moved backward; it stumbled against a tent rope, jerking loose its peg. |
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| 18 | 79 | It turned suddenly and leapt away. |
| 18 | 80 | I caught it before the opening of a pavilion tent, one of those of Thorgard of Scagnar, perhaps his own. |
| 18 | 81 | The tent was striped. |
| 18 | 82 | The Kur, turning, now facing me, moved backward; it stumbled against a tent rope, jerking loose its peg. |
| 18 | 83 | I leaped forward, striking it again, at the left hip. |
| 18 | 84 | The side of its furred leg was drenched with blood. |
| 18 | 85 | Hunched over, snarling, it backed into the tent, where I followed it. |