"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.
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I lunged forward seizing him by the legs and upended him in the dust and then leaped to my feet and ran, the hood flying off behind me.
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I heard him cry.
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"Stop that man! Stop him! I know him! He is Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba! Stop him!" I stumbled in the long robe of the merchant and cursed and leaped up and ran again.
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The bolt of a crossbow splattered into a brick wall on my right, gouging a cupful of masonry loose in chips and dust.
"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.
I lunged forward seizing him by the legs and upended him in the dust and then leaped to my feet and ran, the hood flying off behind me.
I heard him cry.
"Stop that man! Stop him! I know him! He is Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba! Stop him!" I stumbled in the long robe of the merchant and cursed and leaped up and ran again.
The bolt of a crossbow splattered into a brick wall on my right, gouging a cupful of masonry loose in chips and dust.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )