Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 126 | The dance was the sort that free maidens of a city might perform to honor and welcome visiting dignitaries, or the ambassador and his entourage, of a foreign city. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 123 | More than fifty slave girls, their hair coiffured high on their heads, clad in sleeveless, classic gowns of white silk, were aligned on the walk nearest the wall containing the iron door, that leading within to the halls of the fortress. |
| 10 | 124 | To the music of the musicians, near the iron door, they performed a most decorous dance, slowly and gracefully lifting their arms and turning, facing first one side and then the other. |
| 10 | 125 | In their hands they held baskets of flower petals. |
| 10 | 126 | The dance was the sort that free maidens of a city might perform to honor and welcome visiting dignitaries, or the ambassador and his entourage, of a foreign city. |
| 10 | 127 | Had their gowns not been sleeveless, and had they not been barefoot, and had their throats not been locked in collars, one might have mistaken them for free women. |
| 10 | 128 | I could smell viands, too, cooking, the delicious odors of them emanating from the holding. |
| 10 | 129 | A feast was being prepared. |
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More than fifty slave girls, their hair coiffured high on their heads, clad in sleeveless, classic gowns of white silk, were aligned on the walk nearest the wall containing the iron door, that leading within to the halls of the fortress.
To the music of the musicians, near the iron door, they performed a most decorous dance, slowly and gracefully lifting their arms and turning, facing first one side and then the other.
In their hands they held baskets of flower petals.
The dance was the sort that free maidens of a city might perform to honor and welcome visiting dignitaries, or the ambassador and his entourage, of a foreign city.
Had their gowns not been sleeveless, and had they not been barefoot, and had their throats not been locked in collars, one might have mistaken them for free women.
I could smell viands, too, cooking, the delicious odors of them emanating from the holding.
A feast was being prepared.
- (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 10)