• Home
  • Contact

Results Details

"scribe " "law "

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
24 737 With a jangle they were flung to the bit of garb and the few adornments beside her.
24 738 She remained, of course, on her belly, but put her leg down.
24 739 Her head was turned to the right, her left cheek in the sand.
24 740 "Well, little Ellen," said the scribe.
24 741 "You danced well".
24 742 "Thank you, Master," whispered Ellen, frightened.
24 743 "But I thought it strange," said the scribe, "when I heard your number called in the camp, summoning you to a dancing circle, and, indeed, one so high as the ba-ta circle.
With a jangle they were flung to the bit of garb and the few adornments beside her. She remained, of course, on her belly, but put her leg down. Her head was turned to the right, her left cheek in the sand. "Well, little Ellen," said the scribe. "You danced well". "Thank you, Master," whispered Ellen, frightened. "But I thought it strange," said the scribe, "when I heard your number called in the camp, summoning you to a dancing circle, and, indeed, one so high as the ba-ta circle. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter )