Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 7 | 251 | I translated the question. |
| 7 | 252 | "Yes," wept Elizabeth Cardwell, "yes—I beg to be a slave girl". |
| 7 | 253 | Perhaps in that moment Elizabeth Cardwell recalled the strange man, so fearsome, gray of face with eyes like glass, who had so examined her on Earth, before whom she had stood as though on a block, unknowingly being examined for her fitness to bear the message collar of Turia. |
| 7 | 254 | How she had challenged him, how she had walked, how insolent she had been! Perhaps in that moment she thought how amused the man might be could he see her now, that proud girl, now in the Sirik, her head to the pelt of a larl, kneeling to barbarians, begging to be a slave girl; and if she thought of these things how she must have then cried out in her heart, for she would have then recognized that the man would have known full well what lay in store for her; how he must have laughed within himself at her petty show of female pride, her vanity, knowing it was this for which the lovely brown-haired girl in the yellow shift was destined. |
| 7 | 255 | "I grant her wish," said Kutaituchik. |
| 7 | 256 | Then to a warrior nearby, he said, "Bring meat". |
| 7 | 257 | The warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat. |
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I translated the question.
"Yes," wept Elizabeth Cardwell, "yes—I beg to be a slave girl".
Perhaps in that moment Elizabeth Cardwell recalled the strange man, so fearsome, gray of face with eyes like glass, who had so examined her on Earth, before whom she had stood as though on a block, unknowingly being examined for her fitness to bear the message collar of Turia.
How she had challenged him, how she had walked, how insolent she had been! Perhaps in that moment she thought how amused the man might be could he see her now, that proud girl, now in the Sirik, her head to the pelt of a larl, kneeling to barbarians, begging to be a slave girl; and if she thought of these things how she must have then cried out in her heart, for she would have then recognized that the man would have known full well what lay in store for her; how he must have laughed within himself at her petty show of female pride, her vanity, knowing it was this for which the lovely brown-haired girl in the yellow shift was destined.
"I grant her wish," said Kutaituchik.
Then to a warrior nearby, he said, "Bring meat".
The warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )