* * * * I knew that I myself must somehow enter Turia, for in Turia now lay the golden sphere.
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I must somehow attempt to seize it and return it to the Sardar.
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Was it not for this purpose that I had come to the Wagon Peoples? I cursed the fact that I had waited so long—even to the time of the Omen Taking—for thereby had I lost the opportunity to try for the sphere myself in the wagon of Kutaituchik.
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Now, to my chagrin, the sphere lay not in a Tuchuk wagon on the open prairie but, presumably, in the House of Saphrar, a merchant stronghold, behind the high, white walls of Turia.
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I did not speak to Kamchak of my intention, for I was confident that he would have, and quite properly, objected to so foolish a mission, and perhaps even have attempted to prevent my leaving the camp.
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Yet I did not know the city.
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I could not see how I might enter.
* * * * I knew that I myself must somehow enter Turia, for in Turia now lay the golden sphere.
I must somehow attempt to seize it and return it to the Sardar.
Was it not for this purpose that I had come to the Wagon Peoples? I cursed the fact that I had waited so long—even to the time of the Omen Taking—for thereby had I lost the opportunity to try for the sphere myself in the wagon of Kutaituchik.
Now, to my chagrin, the sphere lay not in a Tuchuk wagon on the open prairie but, presumably, in the House of Saphrar, a merchant stronghold, behind the high, white walls of Turia.
I did not speak to Kamchak of my intention, for I was confident that he would have, and quite properly, objected to so foolish a mission, and perhaps even have attempted to prevent my leaving the camp.
Yet I did not know the city.
I could not see how I might enter.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )