Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 354 | This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 351 | Turian warriors walked along the line of stakes, examining them, stepping back when one spit or kicked at him. |
| 10 | 352 | The girls jeered and cursed them, which compliment they received with good humor and pointed observations on the girls' real or imaginary flaws. |
| 10 | 353 | At the request of any warrior of the Wagon Peoples, a judge would remove the pins of the face veil of a Turian girl and push back the hood of her Robes of Concealment, in order that her head and face might be seen. |
| 10 | 354 | This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked. |
| 10 | 355 | "I would like to take a look at this one," Kamchak was saying, jerking a thumb in the direction of Aphris of Turia. |
| 10 | 356 | "Certainly," remarked the nearest judge. |
| 10 | 357 | "Can you not remember, Sleen," asked the girl, "the face of Aphris of Turia?" "My memory is vague," said Kamchak. |
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Turian warriors walked along the line of stakes, examining them, stepping back when one spit or kicked at him.
The girls jeered and cursed them, which compliment they received with good humor and pointed observations on the girls' real or imaginary flaws.
At the request of any warrior of the Wagon Peoples, a judge would remove the pins of the face veil of a Turian girl and push back the hood of her Robes of Concealment, in order that her head and face might be seen.
This aspect of the games was extremely humiliating for the Turian girls, but they understood its necessity; few men, especially barbarian warriors, care to fight for a woman on whose face they have not even looked.
"I would like to take a look at this one," Kamchak was saying, jerking a thumb in the direction of Aphris of Turia.
"Certainly," remarked the nearest judge.
"Can you not remember, Sleen," asked the girl, "the face of Aphris of Turia?" "My memory is vague," said Kamchak.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10)