Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 33 | 11 | From where Vika and I stood together on the rocky trail, now scarcely able to keep our feet on the path, we could see vast crowds, robed in all the caste colors of Gor, clustered outside the remains of the palisade, looking fearfully within. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 33 | 8 | "It is the end, Cabot," said Vika. |
| 33 | 9 | "Yes," I said. |
| 33 | 10 | "I believe so". |
| 33 | 11 | From where Vika and I stood together on the rocky trail, now scarcely able to keep our feet on the path, we could see vast crowds, robed in all the caste colors of Gor, clustered outside the remains of the palisade, looking fearfully within. |
| 33 | 12 | I supposed there might have been men from almost all of Gor's cities in that frightened, teeming throng. |
| 33 | 13 | In the front, several deep, in lines that extended as far as I could see in both directions, were the white robes of the Initiates. |
| 33 | 14 | Even from where we stood I could smell the innumerable fires of their sacrifices, the burning flesh of bosks, smell the heady fumes of the incense they burned in brass censers swinging on chains, hear the repetitious litanies of their pleas, observe their continual prostrations and grovelings by which they sought to make themselves and their petitions pleasing to Priest-Kings. |
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"It is the end, Cabot," said Vika.
"Yes," I said.
"I believe so".
From where Vika and I stood together on the rocky trail, now scarcely able to keep our feet on the path, we could see vast crowds, robed in all the caste colors of Gor, clustered outside the remains of the palisade, looking fearfully within.
I supposed there might have been men from almost all of Gor's cities in that frightened, teeming throng.
In the front, several deep, in lines that extended as far as I could see in both directions, were the white robes of the Initiates.
Even from where we stood I could smell the innumerable fires of their sacrifices, the burning flesh of bosks, smell the heady fumes of the incense they burned in brass censers swinging on chains, hear the repetitious litanies of their pleas, observe their continual prostrations and grovelings by which they sought to make themselves and their petitions pleasing to Priest-Kings.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 33)