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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
3 420 "Greetings, men of Ar!" said Marcus, lifting his hand.
3 421 He had sheathed his sword.
3 422 To one side, struck down by another lance, mangled, trampled in the dust, was the fellow who had been facing him.
3 423 One could scarcely make out the blue of the identificatory scarf, tied high on the left arm, with the blood, the dust.
3 424 "Sheath your sword!" called Marcus to me.
3 425 I did so.
3 426 There were some ten fellows about, all on tharlarion.
"Greetings, men of Ar!" said Marcus, lifting his hand. He had sheathed his sword. To one side, struck down by another lance, mangled, trampled in the dust, was the fellow who had been facing him. One could scarcely make out the blue of the identificatory scarf, tied high on the left arm, with the blood, the dust. "Sheath your sword!" called Marcus to me. I did so. There were some ten fellows about, all on tharlarion. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter )