I hobbled after the stones, and fell to my knees in the dust, scrabbling after them, moaning and crying aloud.
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I heard the guards laugh.
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I had just picked up the last stone and tucked it back in my pouch and was about to rise from my knees when I found myself staring at the high, heavy sandals, almost boots, of a warrior.
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"mercy, Master," I whined.
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"Why are you carrying a sword beneath your robe?" he asked.
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I knew the voice.
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It was that of Kamras of Turia, Champion of the City, whom Kamchak had so sorely bested in the games of Love War.
I hobbled after the stones, and fell to my knees in the dust, scrabbling after them, moaning and crying aloud.
I heard the guards laugh.
I had just picked up the last stone and tucked it back in my pouch and was about to rise from my knees when I found myself staring at the high, heavy sandals, almost boots, of a warrior.
"mercy, Master," I whined.
"Why are you carrying a sword beneath your robe?" he asked.
I knew the voice.
It was that of Kamras of Turia, Champion of the City, whom Kamchak had so sorely bested in the games of Love War.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )