Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 127 | "My View more quotes about tatrix">Tatrix," he whispered. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 124 | Lara, her back graceful and straight, set down the pot of Kal-da and came and stood before Kron. |
| 24 | 125 | "I no longer wear the golden mask," she said. |
| 24 | 126 | And Kron looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear. |
| 24 | 127 | "My Tatrix," he whispered. |
| 24 | 128 | * * * * We marched through the city, the streets behind us filled like gray rivers with the rebels, each man with his own weapon, yet the sound of those rivers converging on the palace of the Tatrix was anything but gray. |
| 24 | 129 | It was the sound of the plowing song, as slow and irresistible as the breaking of ice in frozen rivers, a simple, melodic paean to the soil, celebrating the first breaking of the ground. |
| 24 | 130 | At the head of that splendid, ragged procession five marched; Kron, chief of the rebels; Andreas, a poet; his woman, Linna of Tharna, unveiled; I, a warrior of a city devastated and cursed of the Priest-Kings; and a girl with golden hair, a girl who wore no mask, who had known both the whip and love, fearless and magnificent Lara, she who was true Tatrix of Tharna. |
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Lara, her back graceful and straight, set down the pot of Kal-da and came and stood before Kron.
"I no longer wear the golden mask," she said.
And Kron looked on the beautiful girl who stood before him with such grace and dignity, with no trace of pride or cruelty, or fear.
"My Tatrix," he whispered.
* * * * We marched through the city, the streets behind us filled like gray rivers with the rebels, each man with his own weapon, yet the sound of those rivers converging on the palace of the Tatrix was anything but gray.
It was the sound of the plowing song, as slow and irresistible as the breaking of ice in frozen rivers, a simple, melodic paean to the soil, celebrating the first breaking of the ground.
At the head of that splendid, ragged procession five marched; Kron, chief of the rebels; Andreas, a poet; his woman, Linna of Tharna, unveiled; I, a warrior of a city devastated and cursed of the Priest-Kings; and a girl with golden hair, a girl who wore no mask, who had known both the whip and love, fearless and magnificent Lara, she who was true Tatrix of Tharna.
- (Outlaw of Gor)