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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

The draft tharlarion are quadrupedalian and, as all such animals, willing or not, borne up by their configuration, have no difficulty in negotiating a liquid terrain. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #208)
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15 208 The draft tharlarion are quadrupedalian and, as all such animals, willing or not, borne up by their configuration, have no difficulty in negotiating a liquid terrain.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 205 "Are you mad? Come about! Onto the ferry!" I knew that a waterway, a barge canal, separated east Market of Semris from west Market of Semris, and gathered we had reached that point.
15 206 Almost at the same time, I heard a cry from behind.
15 207 "Hold that wagon! Hold that wagon!" Instantly Tullius Quintus released the brake and struck the beasts forward, and the wagon, tipping downward, rattled down a slope and struck into the water.
15 208 The draft tharlarion are quadrupedalian and, as all such animals, willing or not, borne up by their configuration, have no difficulty in negotiating a liquid terrain.
15 209 As they would walk on land, so they swim in water.
15 210 Water surged into the wagon bed.
15 211 Cold water rushed into the sack within which I was confined.
"Are you mad? Come about! Onto the ferry!" I knew that a waterway, a barge canal, separated east Market of Semris from west Market of Semris, and gathered we had reached that point. Almost at the same time, I heard a cry from behind. "Hold that wagon! Hold that wagon!" Instantly Tullius Quintus released the brake and struck the beasts forward, and the wagon, tipping downward, rattled down a slope and struck into the water. The draft tharlarion are quadrupedalian and, as all such animals, willing or not, borne up by their configuration, have no difficulty in negotiating a liquid terrain. As they would walk on land, so they swim in water. Water surged into the wagon bed. Cold water rushed into the sack within which I was confined. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15)