Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
7
154
Then, from within the collar, he drew forth a thin, folded piece of paper, rence paper, made from the fibers of the rence plant, a tall, long-stalked leafy plant which grows predominantly in the delta of the Vosk.
Then, from within the collar, he drew forth a thin, folded piece of paper, rence paper, made from the fibers of the rence plant, a tall, long-stalked leafy plant which grows predominantly in the delta of the Vosk.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #154)
Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
7
151
The girl's neck, where the collar had been sewn, was red and sweaty, broken out.
7
152
Kamchak returned to his place where he again sat down cross-legged, putting the cut collar on the rug in front of him.
7
153
I and Kutaituchik watched as he carefully spread open the collar, pressing back two edges.
7
154
Then, from within the collar, he drew forth a thin, folded piece of paper, rence paper, made from the fibers of the rence plant, a tall, long-stalked leafy plant which grows predominantly in the delta of the Vosk.
7
155
I suppose, in itself, this meant nothing, but I naturally thought of Port Kar, malignant, squalid Port Kar, which claims suzerainty over the delta, exacting cruel tributes from the rence growers, great stocks of rence paper for trade, sons for oarsmen in cargo galleys, daughters for Pleasure Slaves in the taverns of the city.
7
156
I would have expected the message to have been written either on stout, glossy-surfaced linen paper, of the sort milled in Ar, or perhaps on vellum, or a grosser parchment, prepared in many cities and used commonly in scrolls, the process involving among other things the washing and liming of skins, their scraping and stretching, dusting them with sifted chalk, rubbing them down with pumice.
7
157
Kamchak handed the paper to Kutaituchik and he took it but looked at it, I thought, blankly.
The girl's neck, where the collar had been sewn, was red and sweaty, broken out.
Kamchak returned to his place where he again sat down cross-legged, putting the cut collar on the rug in front of him.
I and Kutaituchik watched as he carefully spread open the collar, pressing back two edges.
Then, from within the collar, he drew forth a thin, folded piece of paper, rence paper, made from the fibers of the rence plant, a tall, long-stalked leafy plant which grows predominantly in the delta of the Vosk.
I suppose, in itself, this meant nothing, but I naturally thought of Port Kar, malignant, squalid Port Kar, which claims suzerainty over the delta, exacting cruel tributes from the rence growers, great stocks of rence paper for trade, sons for oarsmen in cargo galleys, daughters for Pleasure Slaves in the taverns of the city.
I would have expected the message to have been written either on stout, glossy-surfaced linen paper, of the sort milled in Ar, or perhaps on vellum, or a grosser parchment, prepared in many cities and used commonly in scrolls, the process involving among other things the washing and liming of skins, their scraping and stretching, dusting them with sifted chalk, rubbing them down with pumice.
Kamchak handed the paper to Kutaituchik and he took it but looked at it, I thought, blankly.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7)