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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

The slave rings on the tarn saddle are similar to those on the kaiila saddle and in a trice Harold, using the thongs streaming from the slave rings, one on each side of the saddle, had bound the girl on her back across the saddle in front of him. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #142)
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20 142 The slave rings on the tarn saddle are similar to those on the kaiila saddle and in a trice Harold, using the thongs streaming from the slave rings, one on each side of the saddle, had bound the girl on her back across the saddle in front of him.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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20 139 She, a girl of the plains, familiar with fierce kaiila, herself a proud, spirited wench, brave and daring, was yet—like many women—utterly for some reason terrified of a tarn.
20 140 I felt genuine pity for the Tuchuk girl.
20 141 On the other hand Harold seemed quite pleased that she was beside herself with terror.
20 142 The slave rings on the tarn saddle are similar to those on the kaiila saddle and in a trice Harold, using the thongs streaming from the slave rings, one on each side of the saddle, had bound the girl on her back across the saddle in front of him.
20 143 Then, without waiting, uttering a great cry, he hauled on the one-strap.
20 144 The tarn did not move but, I thought, though it was undoubtedly not the case, turned and regarded him skeptically, reproachfully.
20 145 "What is the matter?" asked Harold.
She, a girl of the plains, familiar with fierce kaiila, herself a proud, spirited wench, brave and daring, was yet—like many women—utterly for some reason terrified of a tarn. I felt genuine pity for the Tuchuk girl. On the other hand Harold seemed quite pleased that she was beside herself with terror. The slave rings on the tarn saddle are similar to those on the kaiila saddle and in a trice Harold, using the thongs streaming from the slave rings, one on each side of the saddle, had bound the girl on her back across the saddle in front of him. Then, without waiting, uttering a great cry, he hauled on the one-strap. The tarn did not move but, I thought, though it was undoubtedly not the case, turned and regarded him skeptically, reproachfully. "What is the matter?" asked Harold. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20)