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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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14 208 It seemed strange to me to think of such tarnsmen, such brutal, wild men, caring for such a small pleasantry.
14 209 Too, I had heard, they were fond of combing the hair of their slave girls.
14 210 Cities and men, I thought, are so strange, so different.
14 211 I suspected there were few men as fierce and terrible as those of Treve, dreaded throughout Gor, and yet they enjoyed their wine warmed and were fond of so simple a thing as smoothing the hair of a girl.
14 212 Inside, the tent was floored with heavy, soft rugs, from Tor and Ar, perhaps the booty of caravan raids.
14 213 And, within, from extensions of certain of the tent poles, there hung, on hooks, burning tharlarion-oil lamps of brass.
14 214 It was a bit chilly tonight.
It seemed strange to me to think of such tarnsmen, such brutal, wild men, caring for such a small pleasantry. Too, I had heard, they were fond of combing the hair of their slave girls. Cities and men, I thought, are so strange, so different. I suspected there were few men as fierce and terrible as those of Treve, dreaded throughout Gor, and yet they enjoyed their wine warmed and were fond of so simple a thing as smoothing the hair of a girl. Inside, the tent was floored with heavy, soft rugs, from Tor and Ar, perhaps the booty of caravan raids. And, within, from extensions of certain of the tent poles, there hung, on hooks, burning tharlarion-oil lamps of brass. It was a bit chilly tonight. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter )