By the time Kamchak had cuffed the girl from the animal's neck and struck the kaiila's snapping jaws from her twice-bitten leg and returned to the circle, he had used thirty-five beats.
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He had lost.
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When the girl was released, her leg bleeding, she was beaming with pleasure.
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"Well done," said Albrecht, her master, adding with a grin, "—for a Turian slave".
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The girl looked down, smiling.
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She was a brave girl.
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I admired her.
By the time Kamchak had cuffed the girl from the animal's neck and struck the kaiila's snapping jaws from her twice-bitten leg and returned to the circle, he had used thirty-five beats.
He had lost.
When the girl was released, her leg bleeding, she was beaming with pleasure.
"Well done," said Albrecht, her master, adding with a grin, "—for a Turian slave".
The girl looked down, smiling.
She was a brave girl.
I admired her.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )