Kamras, Champion of the City of Turia, rose to his feet.
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He addressed Saphrar.
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"Permit me," he said, "to fetch weapons".
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Kamchak was now swilling paga and acted as though he had not heard the remark of Kamras.
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"No, no, no!" cried Saphrar.
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"The Tuchuk and his friend are guests, and ambassadors of the Wagon Peoples—they must not come to harm!" Aphris of Turia laughed merrily and Kamras, embarrassed, returned to his seat.
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"Bring perfumes!" she called to the Feast Steward, and he sent forth a camisk-clad slave who carried a tiny tray of exotic Turian perfumes.
Kamras, Champion of the City of Turia, rose to his feet.
He addressed Saphrar.
"Permit me," he said, "to fetch weapons".
Kamchak was now swilling paga and acted as though he had not heard the remark of Kamras.
"No, no, no!" cried Saphrar.
"The Tuchuk and his friend are guests, and ambassadors of the Wagon Peoples—they must not come to harm!" Aphris of Turia laughed merrily and Kamras, embarrassed, returned to his seat.
"Bring perfumes!" she called to the Feast Steward, and he sent forth a camisk-clad slave who carried a tiny tray of exotic Turian perfumes.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )