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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then it was quiet outside the room, and, after a bit, after struggling a little, futilely, and hearing the light sound of the chain on the floor, which held me to the ring, I fell asleep. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 51, Sentence #245)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
51 245 Then it was quiet outside the room, and, after a bit, after struggling a little, futilely, and hearing the light sound of the chain on the floor, which held me to the ring, I fell asleep.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
51 242 Desmond of Harfax reached down, took my bound, right ankle, and dragged me into the sleeping chamber of the Lady Bina.
51 243 There he shackled my left ankle to a floor ring, and returned to the main room to join the feasters.
51 244 For Ahn, until dawn, I listened to the conversation, the recollections, the pleasantries, the merriment, in the next room.
51 245 Then it was quiet outside the room, and, after a bit, after struggling a little, futilely, and hearing the light sound of the chain on the floor, which held me to the ring, I fell asleep.
51 246 I did not know what would be done with me.
51 247 Knowing that Desmond of Harfax was a decent and honorable man, though he might be a fearsome and demanding master, I was not afraid that I would be fed to sleen, cast to leech plants, or such.
51 248 I was afraid that I might not be kept, that I might be given away, or sold.
Desmond of Harfax reached down, took my bound, right ankle, and dragged me into the sleeping chamber of the Lady Bina. There he shackled my left ankle to a floor ring, and returned to the main room to join the feasters. For Ahn, until dawn, I listened to the conversation, the recollections, the pleasantries, the merriment, in the next room. Then it was quiet outside the room, and, after a bit, after struggling a little, futilely, and hearing the light sound of the chain on the floor, which held me to the ring, I fell asleep. I did not know what would be done with me. Knowing that Desmond of Harfax was a decent and honorable man, though he might be a fearsome and demanding master, I was not afraid that I would be fed to sleen, cast to leech plants, or such. I was afraid that I might not be kept, that I might be given away, or sold. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 51)