Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 577 | Kamchak's sword was at his throat. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 574 | "Slay him!" howled Aphris of Turia! For perhaps better than fifteen minutes, patiently, not hurrying, Kamchak of the Tuchuks shuffled after Kamras of Turia, touching him once more and ever again, each time leaving a quick, bright stain of blood on his tunic or body. |
| 10 | 575 | And then, to my astonishment, and that of the throng who had gathered to witness the contest, I saw Kamras, Champion of Turia, weak from the loss of blood, fall to his knees before Kamchak of the Tuchuks. |
| 10 | 576 | Kamras tried to lift his sword but the boot of Kamchak pressed it into the sand, and Kamras lifted his eyes to look dazed into the scarred, inscrutable countenance of the Tuchuk. |
| 10 | 577 | Kamchak's sword was at his throat. |
| 10 | 578 | "Six years," said Kamchak, "before I was scarred was I mercenary in the guards of Ar, learning the walls and defenses of that city for my people. |
| 10 | 579 | In that time of the guards of Ar I became First sword". |
| 10 | 580 | Kamras fell in the sand at the feet of Kamchak, unable even to beg for mercy. |
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"Slay him!" howled Aphris of Turia! For perhaps better than fifteen minutes, patiently, not hurrying, Kamchak of the Tuchuks shuffled after Kamras of Turia, touching him once more and ever again, each time leaving a quick, bright stain of blood on his tunic or body.
And then, to my astonishment, and that of the throng who had gathered to witness the contest, I saw Kamras, Champion of Turia, weak from the loss of blood, fall to his knees before Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
Kamras tried to lift his sword but the boot of Kamchak pressed it into the sand, and Kamras lifted his eyes to look dazed into the scarred, inscrutable countenance of the Tuchuk.
Kamchak's sword was at his throat.
"Six years," said Kamchak, "before I was scarred was I mercenary in the guards of Ar, learning the walls and defenses of that city for my people.
In that time of the guards of Ar I became First sword".
Kamras fell in the sand at the feet of Kamchak, unable even to beg for mercy.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10)