Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 478 | Who would care to risk an army, perhaps a war, by entrusting it to a single mount, to but one vehicle, to but one vessel? But thassa, I supposed, vast thassa, might lift her hand, and smash a fleet as well as a single vessel, and, I suspected, a mighty vessel might brave her wrath where a hundred common barks might perish in the sea. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 475 | Indeed, the tarn cavalry, trained toward the west, close to Tarncamp, was also to join us before we embarked. |
| 15 | 476 | Why would tarns be needed? What purpose might they serve? Too, even though the vessel was large, it would carry hundreds of times the men required to manage it. |
| 15 | 477 | Better to transport troops, I thought, would be smaller ships, a fleet of such. |
| 15 | 478 | Who would care to risk an army, perhaps a war, by entrusting it to a single mount, to but one vehicle, to but one vessel? But thassa, I supposed, vast thassa, might lift her hand, and smash a fleet as well as a single vessel, and, I suspected, a mighty vessel might brave her wrath where a hundred common barks might perish in the sea. |
| 15 | 479 | Too, what an enormous store of supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years. |
| 15 | 480 | Would it not be an island of wood, a world of sorts, sufficient onto itself, indefinitely scorning land, cresting indefinitely the dark turbulence of proud, dreadful, beautiful thassa? "Kneel," said a stern voice, and I instantly knelt. |
| 15 | 481 | I felt the boards of the dock on my knees. |
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Indeed, the tarn cavalry, trained toward the west, close to Tarncamp, was also to join us before we embarked.
Why would tarns be needed? What purpose might they serve? Too, even though the vessel was large, it would carry hundreds of times the men required to manage it.
Better to transport troops, I thought, would be smaller ships, a fleet of such.
Who would care to risk an army, perhaps a war, by entrusting it to a single mount, to but one vehicle, to but one vessel? But thassa, I supposed, vast thassa, might lift her hand, and smash a fleet as well as a single vessel, and, I suspected, a mighty vessel might brave her wrath where a hundred common barks might perish in the sea.
Too, what an enormous store of supplies might be housed in so mighty a vessel, supplies which might last years.
Would it not be an island of wood, a world of sorts, sufficient onto itself, indefinitely scorning land, cresting indefinitely the dark turbulence of proud, dreadful, beautiful thassa? "Kneel," said a stern voice, and I instantly knelt.
I felt the boards of the dock on my knees.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15)