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Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)

To my nostrils, now alert to the signals of Priest-Kings and trained by my practice with the translator Misk had allowed me to use, there came a single brief odor, the components of which I had little difficulty in discriminating. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #103)
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19 103 To my nostrils, now alert to the signals of Priest-Kings and trained by my practice with the translator Misk had allowed me to use, there came a single brief odor, the components of which I had little difficulty in discriminating.

Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 100 As I turned to leave the chamber I noted that the grasping appendages on Sarm's right foreleg turned off his translator.
19 101 He then raised the limb in what appeared to be a magnanimous, benevolent salute, a wishing of me well in my venture.
19 102 I lifted my right arm somewhat ironically to return the gesture.
19 103 To my nostrils, now alert to the signals of Priest-Kings and trained by my practice with the translator Misk had allowed me to use, there came a single brief odor, the components of which I had little difficulty in discriminating.
19 104 It was a very simple message and was of course not carried by Sarm's translator.
19 105 It was: "Die, Tarl Cabot".
19 106 I smiled to myself and left the chamber.
As I turned to leave the chamber I noted that the grasping appendages on Sarm's right foreleg turned off his translator. He then raised the limb in what appeared to be a magnanimous, benevolent salute, a wishing of me well in my venture. I lifted my right arm somewhat ironically to return the gesture. To my nostrils, now alert to the signals of Priest-Kings and trained by my practice with the translator Misk had allowed me to use, there came a single brief odor, the components of which I had little difficulty in discriminating. It was a very simple message and was of course not carried by Sarm's translator. It was: "Die, Tarl Cabot". I smiled to myself and left the chamber. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 19)