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

I prepared to fight for my life, selling it as dearly as possible on the dais of Kutaituchik, called Ubar of the Tuchuks, for what Gorean would dare reject the command of Priest-Kings? I stood up, unsheathing my sword. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #192)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 192 I prepared to fight for my life, selling it as dearly as possible on the dais of Kutaituchik, called Ubar of the Tuchuks, for what Gorean would dare reject the command of Priest-Kings? I stood up, unsheathing my sword.

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 189 But I could not understand why Priest-Kings should wish me slain.
7 190 Was I not engaged, in a sense, in their work? Had I not come to the Wagon Peoples on their behalf, to search for the doubtless golden sphere that was the last egg of Priest-Kings, the final hope of their race? Now they wished me to die.
7 191 It did not seem possible.
7 192 I prepared to fight for my life, selling it as dearly as possible on the dais of Kutaituchik, called Ubar of the Tuchuks, for what Gorean would dare reject the command of Priest-Kings? I stood up, unsheathing my sword.
7 193 One or two of the men-at-arms immediately drew the quiva.
7 194 A small smile touched the broad face of Kutaituchik.
7 195 "Put your sword away and sit down," said Kamchak.
But I could not understand why Priest-Kings should wish me slain. Was I not engaged, in a sense, in their work? Had I not come to the Wagon Peoples on their behalf, to search for the doubtless golden sphere that was the last egg of Priest-Kings, the final hope of their race? Now they wished me to die. It did not seem possible. I prepared to fight for my life, selling it as dearly as possible on the dais of Kutaituchik, called Ubar of the Tuchuks, for what Gorean would dare reject the command of Priest-Kings? I stood up, unsheathing my sword. One or two of the men-at-arms immediately drew the quiva. A small smile touched the broad face of Kutaituchik. "Put your sword away and sit down," said Kamchak. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 7)