Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 12 | 89 | Far below, I could see that the burned, dead Margin of Desolation was dotted here and there with patches of green, where some handfuls of seed had blindly asserted themselves, reclaiming something of that devastated country for life and growth. |
| 12 | 90 | Near one of the green stretches I saw what I first thought was a shadow, but as the tarn passed, it scattered into a scampering flock of tiny creatures, probably the small, three-toed mammals called qualae, dun-colored and with a stiff brushy mane of black hair. |
| 12 | 91 | As nearly as I could determine, we did not pass over or near the great highway that ran to the Vosk. |
| 12 | 92 | Had we done so, I might have seen the war horde of Pa-kur on its way to Ar, with its marching columns, its lines of tharlarion riders, its foraging cavalries of tarnsmen, its supply wagons and pack animals. |
| 12 | 93 | And somewhere in that vast array, among the flags and the booming of tarn drums, would have been the girl who had betrayed me. |
| 12 | 94 | As well as I could, I opened and closed my hands and moved my feet, trying to restore in them some semblance of feeling. |
| 12 | 95 | The flight of the tarn was serene, and I, grateful to be free at last of the painful Frame of Humiliation, found myself, strangely enough, almost reconciled to the savage but swift fate I knew awaited me. |
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Far below, I could see that the burned, dead Margin of Desolation was dotted here and there with patches of green, where some handfuls of seed had blindly asserted themselves, reclaiming something of that devastated country for life and growth.
Near one of the green stretches I saw what I first thought was a shadow, but as the tarn passed, it scattered into a scampering flock of tiny creatures, probably the small, three-toed mammals called qualae, dun-colored and with a stiff brushy mane of black hair.
As nearly as I could determine, we did not pass over or near the great highway that ran to the Vosk.
Had we done so, I might have seen the war horde of Pa-kur on its way to Ar, with its marching columns, its lines of tharlarion riders, its foraging cavalries of tarnsmen, its supply wagons and pack animals.
And somewhere in that vast array, among the flags and the booming of tarn drums, would have been the girl who had betrayed me.
As well as I could, I opened and closed my hands and moved my feet, trying to restore in them some semblance of feeling.
The flight of the tarn was serene, and I, grateful to be free at last of the painful Frame of Humiliation, found myself, strangely enough, almost reconciled to the savage but swift fate I knew awaited me.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter )