Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 42 | 158 | Surely you recognize me, Seremides, once first sword of the Taurentians, your beloved servant, always loyally at the foot of your throne. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 42 | 155 | "Noble, glorious Ubara," he said, "hope of Ar, light of the world, most beautiful of all women, we are in great danger. |
| 42 | 156 | Accompany me. |
| 42 | 157 | Outside a cloak and hood are waiting. |
| 42 | 158 | Surely you recognize me, Seremides, once first sword of the Taurentians, your beloved servant, always loyally at the foot of your throne. |
| 42 | 159 | At my plea I have been commissioned by the Ubar of Cos, the noble Lurius of Jad, to bring you safely to Cos, our ally in the venture to save Ar from the tyranny of Marlenus". |
| 42 | 160 | "Are you truly my friend?" asked Adraste, or whomsoever she might be. |
| 42 | 161 | "How horrid that the beautiful Talena of Ar, freest of all free women, most noble and most splendid of all free women, rightful Ubara of Ar, should be clad in a mere tunic and that of a slave, that her graceful, regal neck should be encircled so closely, so obdurately, with the shameful, degrading badge of servitude, a collar. |
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"Noble, glorious Ubara," he said, "hope of Ar, light of the world, most beautiful of all women, we are in great danger.
Accompany me.
Outside a cloak and hood are waiting.
Surely you recognize me, Seremides, once first sword of the Taurentians, your beloved servant, always loyally at the foot of your throne.
At my plea I have been commissioned by the Ubar of Cos, the noble Lurius of Jad, to bring you safely to Cos, our ally in the venture to save Ar from the tyranny of Marlenus".
"Are you truly my friend?" asked Adraste, or whomsoever she might be.
"How horrid that the beautiful Talena of Ar, freest of all free women, most noble and most splendid of all free women, rightful Ubara of Ar, should be clad in a mere tunic and that of a slave, that her graceful, regal neck should be encircled so closely, so obdurately, with the shameful, degrading badge of servitude, a collar.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 42)