Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 364 | I could smell paga, and roast bosk. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 361 | How could that be? Were the slaves not beautiful enough? I knew that a yearning slave, to one side, lying in her chains, must often await the outcome of such a game There was music in the tavern, a czehar player, a drummer, utilizing the small tabor, two flautists, and a pair of kalika players. |
| 18 | 362 | He with the czehar was the leader. |
| 18 | 363 | That was common, as I was given to understand. |
| 18 | 364 | I could smell paga, and roast bosk. |
| 18 | 365 | A bit of silk flashed by. |
| 18 | 366 | I drew my head back, for it had brushed across my face. |
| 18 | 367 | He in whose keeping I was laughed. |
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How could that be? Were the slaves not beautiful enough? I knew that a yearning slave, to one side, lying in her chains, must often await the outcome of such a game There was music in the tavern, a czehar player, a drummer, utilizing the small tabor, two flautists, and a pair of kalika players.
He with the czehar was the leader.
That was common, as I was given to understand.
I could smell paga, and roast bosk.
A bit of silk flashed by.
I drew my head back, for it had brushed across my face.
He in whose keeping I was laughed.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 18)