He unlocked this with a key which he carried on his own person, and removed a manuscript, written in his own clear, decisive hand and bound with twine.
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He placed the manuscript in my hands.
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It was a document pertaining to what Cabot called the Counter-Earth, the story of a warrior, of the siege of a city, and of the love of a girl.
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You perhaps know it as Tarnsman of gor.
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When, shortly after dawn, I had finished the account, I looked at Cabot, who, all the time, had been sitting at the window, his chin on his hands, watching the snow, lost in what thoughts I could scarce conjecture.
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He turned and faced me.
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"It's true," he said, "but you need not believe it".
He unlocked this with a key which he carried on his own person, and removed a manuscript, written in his own clear, decisive hand and bound with twine.
He placed the manuscript in my hands.
It was a document pertaining to what Cabot called the Counter-Earth, the story of a warrior, of the siege of a city, and of the love of a girl.
You perhaps know it as Tarnsman of gor.
When, shortly after dawn, I had finished the account, I looked at Cabot, who, all the time, had been sitting at the window, his chin on his hands, watching the snow, lost in what thoughts I could scarce conjecture.
He turned and faced me.
"It's true," he said, "but you need not believe it".
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )