"But how would I, a poor Tuchuk," Kamchak was moaning, "know anything of the sword?" "Then withdraw," said Kamras, loftily, "and I will take this Kassar wench slave to Turia".
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The girl moaned.
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Kamras smiled with contempt.
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"You see," he said, "I am Champion of Turia and I have no particular wish to stain my blade with the blood of an urt".
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The urt is a loathsome, horned Gorean rodent; some are quite large, the size of wolves or ponies, but most are very small, tiny enough to be held in the palm of one hand.
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"Well," said Kamchak, "I certainly would not want that to happen either".
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The Kassar girl cried out in distress.
"But how would I, a poor Tuchuk," Kamchak was moaning, "know anything of the sword?" "Then withdraw," said Kamras, loftily, "and I will take this Kassar wench slave to Turia".
The girl moaned.
Kamras smiled with contempt.
"You see," he said, "I am Champion of Turia and I have no particular wish to stain my blade with the blood of an urt".
The urt is a loathsome, horned Gorean rodent; some are quite large, the size of wolves or ponies, but most are very small, tiny enough to be held in the palm of one hand.
"Well," said Kamchak, "I certainly would not want that to happen either".
The Kassar girl cried out in distress.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )