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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

In the pit of sand one of the guards, utterly drunk, was performing a ship dance, the movement of his legs marvelously suggesting the pitch and roll of a deck, his hands moving as though climbing rope, then hauling rope, then splicing and knotting it. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #328)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 328 In the pit of sand one of the guards, utterly drunk, was performing a ship dance, the movement of his legs marvelously suggesting the pitch and roll of a deck, his hands moving as though climbing rope, then hauling rope, then splicing and knotting it.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 325 "Yes," wept Virginia, "yes!" "I cannot afford you," said Relius, holding her head against him.
17 326 I turned away.
17 327 Near the pit of sand several slave girls, dancers, in Pleasure Silk were kneeling back on their heels and clapping their hands with glee.
17 328 In the pit of sand one of the guards, utterly drunk, was performing a ship dance, the movement of his legs marvelously suggesting the pitch and roll of a deck, his hands moving as though climbing rope, then hauling rope, then splicing and knotting it.
17 329 I knew he had been of Port Kar.
17 330 He was a cutthroat but there were drunken tears in his eyes as he hopped about, pantomiming the work of one of the swift galleys.
17 331 It is said that men once having seen Thassa are never willing to leave it again, that those who have left the sea are never again truly happy.
"Yes," wept Virginia, "yes!" "I cannot afford you," said Relius, holding her head against him. I turned away. Near the pit of sand several slave girls, dancers, in Pleasure Silk were kneeling back on their heels and clapping their hands with glee. In the pit of sand one of the guards, utterly drunk, was performing a ship dance, the movement of his legs marvelously suggesting the pitch and roll of a deck, his hands moving as though climbing rope, then hauling rope, then splicing and knotting it. I knew he had been of Port Kar. He was a cutthroat but there were drunken tears in his eyes as he hopped about, pantomiming the work of one of the swift galleys. It is said that men once having seen Thassa are never willing to leave it again, that those who have left the sea are never again truly happy. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17)