Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 319 | Together, in our curule chairs, raised above those of others, we might in the house of Bosk have held court. |
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Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 316 | Perhaps, if it had pleased me, I would have given her Verna, as her personal serving slave, a souvenir of her ordeal in the forest and the glorious triumph which culminated that ordeal. |
| 9 | 317 | How beautiful she would have looked as we had, arms interlocked, drunk the wines of a renewed, repledged companionship. |
| 9 | 318 | How splendid she would have looked at my side, my beautiful consort in Port Kar. |
| 9 | 319 | Together, in our curule chairs, raised above those of others, we might in the house of Bosk have held court. |
| 9 | 320 | With my wealth and power we might have been as Ubar and Ubara. |
| 9 | 321 | The jewels and robes which I would have given her would have been the finest in Port Kar, the finest on all Gor. |
| 9 | 322 | But now it did not seem that she would stand beside me among falling flowers on the bow of the Tesephone, on some great holiday declared in Port Kar, as we returned in triumph to that city, making our way through its flower-strewn canals, beneath the windows and rooftops of cheering throngs. |
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Perhaps, if it had pleased me, I would have given her Verna, as her personal serving slave, a souvenir of her ordeal in the forest and the glorious triumph which culminated that ordeal.
How beautiful she would have looked as we had, arms interlocked, drunk the wines of a renewed, repledged companionship.
How splendid she would have looked at my side, my beautiful consort in Port Kar.
Together, in our curule chairs, raised above those of others, we might in the house of Bosk have held court.
With my wealth and power we might have been as Ubar and Ubara.
The jewels and robes which I would have given her would have been the finest in Port Kar, the finest on all Gor.
But now it did not seem that she would stand beside me among falling flowers on the bow of the Tesephone, on some great holiday declared in Port Kar, as we returned in triumph to that city, making our way through its flower-strewn canals, beneath the windows and rooftops of cheering throngs.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 9)