Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
4
249
In a few days, then, which I might have spent ruminating on my ingratitude, while living on water poured into a hole near me, and on vegetables thrown to me, like a tarsk, when the wagons moved, I might have been freed, a well-used Feiqa then returned to me, perhaps with a fresh Alar brand in her hide, that I might be reminded, from time to time, of the incident.
In a few days, then, which I might have spent ruminating on my ingratitude, while living on water poured into a hole near me, and on vegetables thrown to me, like a tarsk, when the wagons moved, I might have been freed, a well-used Feiqa then returned to me, perhaps with a fresh Alar brand in her hide, that I might be reminded, from time to time, of the incident.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #249)
Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
4
246
Apparently he, at least after a moment of choler, upon a more sober reflection, had no special wish to kill me.
4
247
He would probably be satisfied to beat me unconscious.
4
248
In the morning then I might awaken naked, tied to a stake outside the wagons.
4
249
In a few days, then, which I might have spent ruminating on my ingratitude, while living on water poured into a hole near me, and on vegetables thrown to me, like a tarsk, when the wagons moved, I might have been freed, a well-used Feiqa then returned to me, perhaps with a fresh Alar brand in her hide, that I might be reminded, from time to time, of the incident.
4
250
Two of the long heavy handles were brought.
4
251
I hefted one.
4
252
It had good weight and balance.
Apparently he, at least after a moment of choler, upon a more sober reflection, had no special wish to kill me.
He would probably be satisfied to beat me unconscious.
In the morning then I might awaken naked, tied to a stake outside the wagons.
In a few days, then, which I might have spent ruminating on my ingratitude, while living on water poured into a hole near me, and on vegetables thrown to me, like a tarsk, when the wagons moved, I might have been freed, a well-used Feiqa then returned to me, perhaps with a fresh Alar brand in her hide, that I might be reminded, from time to time, of the incident.
Two of the long heavy handles were brought.
I hefted one.
It had good weight and balance.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4)