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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

The officer, a swaggering fellow whose helmet, though polished, bore the marks of combat, approached me, holding his sword to me, and seized my weapon from its scabbard and the girl's dagger from my belt. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #220)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 220 The officer, a swaggering fellow whose helmet, though polished, bore the marks of combat, approached me, holding his sword to me, and seized my weapon from its scabbard and the girl's dagger from my belt.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 217 The latter had trained his crossbow on my breast.
7 218 At that distance he could not have missed, and if he had fired at that range, most probably the quarrel would have passed through my body and disappeared in the woods behind.
7 219 The initial velocity of a quarrel is the better part of a pasang per second.
7 220 The officer, a swaggering fellow whose helmet, though polished, bore the marks of combat, approached me, holding his sword to me, and seized my weapon from its scabbard and the girl's dagger from my belt.
7 221 He looked at the signet on the dagger hilt and seemed pleased.
7 222 He placed it in his own belt and took from a pouch at his side a pair of manacles, which he snapped on my wrists.
7 223 He then turned to the girl.
The latter had trained his crossbow on my breast. At that distance he could not have missed, and if he had fired at that range, most probably the quarrel would have passed through my body and disappeared in the woods behind. The initial velocity of a quarrel is the better part of a pasang per second. The officer, a swaggering fellow whose helmet, though polished, bore the marks of combat, approached me, holding his sword to me, and seized my weapon from its scabbard and the girl's dagger from my belt. He looked at the signet on the dagger hilt and seemed pleased. He placed it in his own belt and took from a pouch at his side a pair of manacles, which he snapped on my wrists. He then turned to the girl. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7)