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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 104 Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle.
3 105 "But I am of the caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these".
3 106 The Paravaci was speechless.
3 107 "You dare to tempt me," I said, feigning anger, "as if I were of the caste of Assassins or a common thief with his dagger in the night".
3 108 I frowned at him.
3 109 "Beware," I warned, "lest I take your words as insult".
3 110 The Paravaci, in his cape and hood of white fur, with the priceless necklace wrapped about the pommel of his saddle, sat stiff, not moving, utterly enraged.
Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle. "But I am of the caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these". The Paravaci was speechless. "You dare to tempt me," I said, feigning anger, "as if I were of the caste of Assassins or a common thief with his dagger in the night". I frowned at him. "Beware," I warned, "lest I take your words as insult". The Paravaci, in his cape and hood of white fur, with the priceless necklace wrapped about the pommel of his saddle, sat stiff, not moving, utterly enraged. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )