Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 38 | 151 | How did you manage it, peasants, and peasants from different villages, suspicious, grasping fellows, wary of men of quality, working together, joining in such a common effort?" "I told them, noble one," said Haruki, "that they were the ox on which the home stone rests". |
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Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 38 | 148 | Perhaps, I thought, they could use a few stout fellows, such as I had had at my disposal, to move the palings. |
| 38 | 149 | But then I doubted they had any peasants in their party. |
| 38 | 150 | "You did well, friend Haruki," I said, "in your recruiting. |
| 38 | 151 | How did you manage it, peasants, and peasants from different villages, suspicious, grasping fellows, wary of men of quality, working together, joining in such a common effort?" "I told them, noble one," said Haruki, "that they were the ox on which the home stone rests". |
| 38 | 152 | "Did they understand?" I asked. |
| 38 | 153 | "I do not think so, noble one," said Haruki, "but they were pleased". |
| 38 | 154 | We then, in the pourings of rain, in the flashings of lightning and the crashings of thunder, with startled, confused men rushing about, slipping a bit in the mud, scrambled away, to lose ourselves, as we might, amongst the corridors of tents. |
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Perhaps, I thought, they could use a few stout fellows, such as I had had at my disposal, to move the palings.
But then I doubted they had any peasants in their party.
"You did well, friend Haruki," I said, "in your recruiting.
How did you manage it, peasants, and peasants from different villages, suspicious, grasping fellows, wary of men of quality, working together, joining in such a common effort?" "I told them, noble one," said Haruki, "that they were the ox on which the home stone rests".
"Did they understand?" I asked.
"I do not think so, noble one," said Haruki, "but they were pleased".
We then, in the pourings of rain, in the flashings of lightning and the crashings of thunder, with startled, confused men rushing about, slipping a bit in the mud, scrambled away, to lose ourselves, as we might, amongst the corridors of tents.
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 38)