Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 19 | 57 | Most were doubtless on their way to the ticket booths, for there is a small charge to enter the Curulean; the fee, though minimal, helps to defray the expenses of the market, most of which are met by commissions on sales transacted on its premises; the fee also tends to some extent, but I suspect not greatly, to discourage attendance at the market by the merely curious or the indigent. |
| 19 | 58 | I heard my neck chain being unbolted from the back of the wagon. |
| 19 | 59 | When it was free I was jerked to my feet and, stumbling in the midst of my guards, was led from the street, around the back of the building, where we entered through a small, private gate. |
| 19 | 60 | Within, the hood was, to my satisfaction, removed; when the large wad of soured leather was removed from my mouth I threw up against one wall; the guards laughed and struck me; the lights, lamps, though they were feeble, seemed very bright, and ringed with many colors; the hood had been dark and hot and wet, stifling; now even the close, humid air of the Curulean seemed welcome and cold. |
| 19 | 61 | My wrists pulled futilely against the circles of steel that confined them; I felt the point of a short sword in my back. |
| 19 | 62 | "This way," said Philemon. |
| 19 | 63 | We began to walk down a long, slowly bending passageway. |
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Most were doubtless on their way to the ticket booths, for there is a small charge to enter the Curulean; the fee, though minimal, helps to defray the expenses of the market, most of which are met by commissions on sales transacted on its premises; the fee also tends to some extent, but I suspect not greatly, to discourage attendance at the market by the merely curious or the indigent.
I heard my neck chain being unbolted from the back of the wagon.
When it was free I was jerked to my feet and, stumbling in the midst of my guards, was led from the street, around the back of the building, where we entered through a small, private gate.
Within, the hood was, to my satisfaction, removed; when the large wad of soured leather was removed from my mouth I threw up against one wall; the guards laughed and struck me; the lights, lamps, though they were feeble, seemed very bright, and ringed with many colors; the hood had been dark and hot and wet, stifling; now even the close, humid air of the Curulean seemed welcome and cold.
My wrists pulled futilely against the circles of steel that confined them; I felt the point of a short sword in my back.
"This way," said Philemon.
We began to walk down a long, slowly bending passageway.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter )