Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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3
56
"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #56)
Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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3
53
The most favorable locations for play are, of course, the higher bridges in the vicinity of the richer cylinders, the most expensive paga taverns, and so on.
3
54
These positions, or territories, are allotted by the outcome of games among the Players themselves.
3
55
In Ar, the high bridge near the Central Cylinder, housing the palace of the Ubar and the meeting place of the city's High Council, was held, and had been for four years, by the young and brilliant, fiery Scormus of Ar.
3
56
"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
3
57
Without speaking the Player sat down cross-legged at one side of the street, and placed the board in front of him.
3
58
Opposite him sat the Vintner.
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59
"Set the pieces," said the Player.
The most favorable locations for play are, of course, the higher bridges in the vicinity of the richer cylinders, the most expensive paga taverns, and so on.
These positions, or territories, are allotted by the outcome of games among the Players themselves.
In Ar, the high bridge near the Central Cylinder, housing the palace of the Ubar and the meeting place of the city's High Council, was held, and had been for four years, by the young and brilliant, fiery Scormus of Ar.
"Game!" I heard, an answering cry, and a fat fellow, of the Caste of Vintners, puffing and bright eyed, wearing a white tunic with a representation in green cloth of leaves about the collar and down the sleeves of the garment, stepped forth from a doorway.
Without speaking the Player sat down cross-legged at one side of the street, and placed the board in front of him.
Opposite him sat the Vintner.
"Set the pieces," said the Player.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 3)