Angrily the Tuchuk pulled back on the reins of the kaiila, causing it to rear, snarling, pawing at the sky.
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"And willingly would I do so, Koroban sleen," he spit out.
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"Pray thou to priest-kings that the lance does not fall to me!" I did not understand this.
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He turned his kaiila and in a bound or two swung it about in the midst of his fellows.
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Then the Kassar approached me.
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"Koroban," said he, "did you not fear our lances?" "I did," I said.
"Let us fight," I suggested.
Angrily the Tuchuk pulled back on the reins of the kaiila, causing it to rear, snarling, pawing at the sky.
"And willingly would I do so, Koroban sleen," he spit out.
"Pray thou to priest-kings that the lance does not fall to me!" I did not understand this.
He turned his kaiila and in a bound or two swung it about in the midst of his fellows.
Then the Kassar approached me.
"Koroban," said he, "did you not fear our lances?" "I did," I said.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )