Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 11 | 418 | It was shortly past daybreak, and the gray light of Port Kar's dawn was filtering in through the high, narrow windows of the council of Captains. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 11 | 415 | One might not always be able to count on the rallying of the men of individual captains to protect the council, as had been the case this afternoon. |
| 11 | 416 | Besides, if the council were to become truly sovereign in Port Kar, as it had proclaimed itself, it seemed essential that it should soon have its own military forces within the city. |
| 11 | 417 | One other incident of that council meeting I shall mention. |
| 11 | 418 | It was shortly past daybreak, and the gray light of Port Kar's dawn was filtering in through the high, narrow windows of the council of Captains. |
| 11 | 419 | I had taken the note which I had received the preceding afternoon from my wallet, that which had purported to be from Samos, which he had denied sending. |
| 11 | 420 | Bemused, I had burned it in the tiny flame of the candle on the table near me, now little more than a twig of wick in a puddle of clear, melted wax, and then I had, with the palm of my hand, snuffed out the tiny flame. |
| 11 | 421 | It was day. |
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One might not always be able to count on the rallying of the men of individual captains to protect the council, as had been the case this afternoon.
Besides, if the council were to become truly sovereign in Port Kar, as it had proclaimed itself, it seemed essential that it should soon have its own military forces within the city.
One other incident of that council meeting I shall mention.
It was shortly past daybreak, and the gray light of Port Kar's dawn was filtering in through the high, narrow windows of the council of Captains.
I had taken the note which I had received the preceding afternoon from my wallet, that which had purported to be from Samos, which he had denied sending.
Bemused, I had burned it in the tiny flame of the candle on the table near me, now little more than a twig of wick in a puddle of clear, melted wax, and then I had, with the palm of my hand, snuffed out the tiny flame.
It was day.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 11)