Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 179 | Each of the men facing me wore that scar. |
| 2 | 180 | Now the man facing me lifted his small, lacquered shield and his slender, black lance. |
| 2 | 181 | "Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be the first to reach me. |
| 3 | 1 | The Spear Gambling One, the Tuchuk, I might have slain with a cast of the heavy Gorean war spear; the others would have had free play with their lances. |
| 3 | 2 | I might have thrown myself to the ground as the larl hunters from Ar, once their weapon is cast, covering myself with the shield; but then I would have been beneath the clawed paws of four squealing, snorting kaiila, while the riders jabbed at me with lances, off my feet, helpless. |
| 3 | 3 | So gambling all on the respect of the Wagon Peoples for the courage of men, I made no move to defend myself but, heart pounding, blood racing, yet no sign visible of agitation on my face, without a quiver of a muscle or tendon betraying me, I stood calmly erect. |
| 3 | 4 | On my face there was only disdain. |
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Each of the men facing me wore that scar.
Now the man facing me lifted his small, lacquered shield and his slender, black lance.
"Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be the first to reach me.
The Spear Gambling One, the Tuchuk, I might have slain with a cast of the heavy Gorean war spear; the others would have had free play with their lances.
I might have thrown myself to the ground as the larl hunters from Ar, once their weapon is cast, covering myself with the shield; but then I would have been beneath the clawed paws of four squealing, snorting kaiila, while the riders jabbed at me with lances, off my feet, helpless.
So gambling all on the respect of the Wagon Peoples for the courage of men, I made no move to defend myself but, heart pounding, blood racing, yet no sign visible of agitation on my face, without a quiver of a muscle or tendon betraying me, I stood calmly erect.
On my face there was only disdain.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )