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Book 23. (1 results) Renegades of Gor (Individual Quote)

I wondered if the driver had actually been carrying a Home Stone or if his assertion had been merely a trick to discourage predation. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #396)
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1 396 I wondered if the driver had actually been carrying a home stone or if his assertion had been merely a trick to discourage predation.

Book 23. (7 results) Renegades of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 393 Few men will knowingly interfere with the progress of such a person, let alone threaten or attack them.
1 394 Warning them that he carried a home stone indicated that the driver suspected their intentions.
1 395 It had been that announcement, too, which had encouraged me to enter into the matter.
1 396 I wondered if the driver had actually been carrying a home stone or if his assertion had been merely a trick to discourage predation.
1 397 At any rate the driver and his fellow were now better off than they had been.
1 398 They had an extra tharlarion, three extra purses and three fellows, hurrying behind them, naked and bound, ropes on their necks, whom they could now sell to the master of a work chain, perhaps for as much as a silver tarsk apiece.
1 399 Hopefully, if the driver and his fellow wanted to get the brigands to such a master, they would have them hooded by the time it grew light.
Few men will knowingly interfere with the progress of such a person, let alone threaten or attack them. Warning them that he carried a home stone indicated that the driver suspected their intentions. It had been that announcement, too, which had encouraged me to enter into the matter. I wondered if the driver had actually been carrying a home stone or if his assertion had been merely a trick to discourage predation. At any rate the driver and his fellow were now better off than they had been. They had an extra tharlarion, three extra purses and three fellows, hurrying behind them, naked and bound, ropes on their necks, whom they could now sell to the master of a work chain, perhaps for as much as a silver tarsk apiece. Hopefully, if the driver and his fellow wanted to get the brigands to such a master, they would have them hooded by the time it grew light. - (Renegades of Gor, Chapter 1)