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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Here and there children ran between the wheels, playing with a cork ball and quiva, the object of the game being to strike the thrown ball. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #4)
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5 4 Here and there children ran between the wheels, playing with a cork ball and quiva, the object of the game being to strike the thrown ball.

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

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5 1 The Prisoner I followed the warrior Kamchak into the encampment of Tuchuks.
5 2 Nearly were we run down by six riders on thundering kaiila who, riding for sport, raced past us wildly among the crowded, clustered wagons.
5 3 I heard the lowing of milk bosk from among the wagons.
5 4 Here and there children ran between the wheels, playing with a cork ball and quiva, the object of the game being to strike the thrown ball.
5 5 Tuchuk women, unveiled, in their long leather dresses, long hair bound in braids, tended cooking pots hung on tem-wood tripods over dung fires.
5 6 These women were unscarred, but like the bosk themselves, each wore a nose ring.
5 7 That of the animals is heavy and of gold, that of the women also of gold but tiny and fine, not unlike the wedding rings of my old world.
The Prisoner I followed the warrior Kamchak into the encampment of Tuchuks. Nearly were we run down by six riders on thundering kaiila who, riding for sport, raced past us wildly among the crowded, clustered wagons. I heard the lowing of milk bosk from among the wagons. Here and there children ran between the wheels, playing with a cork ball and quiva, the object of the game being to strike the thrown ball. Tuchuk women, unveiled, in their long leather dresses, long hair bound in braids, tended cooking pots hung on tem-wood tripods over dung fires. These women were unscarred, but like the bosk themselves, each wore a nose ring. That of the animals is heavy and of gold, that of the women also of gold but tiny and fine, not unlike the wedding rings of my old world. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 5)