He did not turn to face me, but continued to stare at the compound.
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"Let Saphrar of Turia die by gold," he said.
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Only then did I understand with horror the depth of Kamchak's hatred of Saphrar of Turia.
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Man by man, stone by stone of gold, Saphrar was dying, his walls and defenses being taken grain by grain from him, slipping away.
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His gold could not buy him the hearts of men.
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Kamchak, in his Tuchuk cruelty, would stand quietly to one side and, coin by coin, bit by bit, buy Saphrar of Turia.
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Once or twice I heard swords ringing from within the walls, as perhaps some men, loyal to Saphrar, or to their codes, attempted to prevent their fellows from leaving the compound, but I gather, judging from the continued exodus from the walls, that those who were this loyal were scattered and few in number.
He did not turn to face me, but continued to stare at the compound.
"Let Saphrar of Turia die by gold," he said.
Only then did I understand with horror the depth of Kamchak's hatred of Saphrar of Turia.
Man by man, stone by stone of gold, Saphrar was dying, his walls and defenses being taken grain by grain from him, slipping away.
His gold could not buy him the hearts of men.
Kamchak, in his Tuchuk cruelty, would stand quietly to one side and, coin by coin, bit by bit, buy Saphrar of Turia.
Once or twice I heard swords ringing from within the walls, as perhaps some men, loyal to Saphrar, or to their codes, attempted to prevent their fellows from leaving the compound, but I gather, judging from the continued exodus from the walls, that those who were this loyal were scattered and few in number.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )