"And that is why you were permitted to keep the quiva".
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Then he threw back his head and laughed again.
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"You fat, filthy urt!" cried Harold, struggling in his bonds with the two men-at-arms who held him.
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"Be patient," giggled Saphrar.
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"Be patient, my impetuous young friend.
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Your turn will come!" I stood as still as I could.
"I did not think so," said Saphrar.
"And that is why you were permitted to keep the quiva".
Then he threw back his head and laughed again.
"You fat, filthy urt!" cried Harold, struggling in his bonds with the two men-at-arms who held him.
"Be patient," giggled Saphrar.
"Be patient, my impetuous young friend.
Your turn will come!" I stood as still as I could.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )