For him there could no longer be the swift races across the frozen prairie; the meetings in arms; even the dancing to the sky about a fire of bosk dung.
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Kamchak and I waited until the string had been chewed.
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When Kamchak had finished he held out his right hand and a man, not a Tuchuk, who wore the green robes of the caste of Physicians, thrust in his hand a goblet of bosk horn; it contained some yellow fluid.
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Angrily, not concealing his distaste, Kutaituchik drained the goblet and then hurled it from him.
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He then shook himself and regarded Kamchak.
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He grinned a Tuchuk grin.
The drooping eyes, glazed, regarded us.
For him there could no longer be the swift races across the frozen prairie; the meetings in arms; even the dancing to the sky about a fire of bosk dung.
Kamchak and I waited until the string had been chewed.
When Kamchak had finished he held out his right hand and a man, not a Tuchuk, who wore the green robes of the caste of Physicians, thrust in his hand a goblet of bosk horn; it contained some yellow fluid.
Angrily, not concealing his distaste, Kutaituchik drained the goblet and then hurled it from him.
He then shook himself and regarded Kamchak.
He grinned a Tuchuk grin.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )