Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 113 | As I watched, the tuchuk took his long, slender lance and thrust it into the ground, point upward. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 3 | 111 | Then, furiously, the scars wild in his face, he sprang up in the stirrups and lifted both hands to the sky. |
| 3 | 112 | "Spirit of the Sky," he cried, "let the lance fall to me—to me!" Then abruptly, furious, he wheeled the kaiila and joined the others, whence he turned to regard me. |
| 3 | 113 | As I watched, the tuchuk took his long, slender lance and thrust it into the ground, point upward. |
| 3 | 114 | Then, slowly, the four riders began to walk their mounts about the lance, watching it, right hands free to seize it should it begin to fall. |
| 3 | 115 | The wind seemed to rise. |
| 3 | 116 | In their way I knew they were honoring me, that they had respected my stand in the matter of the charging lances, that now they were gambling to see who would win me, to whose weapons my blood must flow, beneath the paws of whose kaiila I must fall bloodied to the earth. |
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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.
Then, furiously, the scars wild in his face, he sprang up in the stirrups and lifted both hands to the sky.
"Spirit of the Sky," he cried, "let the lance fall to me—to me!" Then abruptly, furious, he wheeled the kaiila and joined the others, whence he turned to regard me.
As I watched, the tuchuk took his long, slender lance and thrust it into the ground, point upward.
Then, slowly, the four riders began to walk their mounts about the lance, watching it, right hands free to seize it should it begin to fall.
The wind seemed to rise.
In their way I knew they were honoring me, that they had respected my stand in the matter of the charging lances, that now they were gambling to see who would win me, to whose weapons my blood must flow, beneath the paws of whose kaiila I must fall bloodied to the earth.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 3)