Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 278 | Late and fully were we feasting when the thrall-boy, tugging on the sleeve of Ivar Forkbeard, said to him, "My Jarl, the wench in the ice shed begs to be freed". |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 275 | "Mead!" I called. |
| 9 | 276 | Pretty Ankles rushed to serve me. |
| 9 | 277 | I again bent to kiss the lips of Thyri. |
| 9 | 278 | Late and fully were we feasting when the thrall-boy, tugging on the sleeve of Ivar Forkbeard, said to him, "My Jarl, the wench in the ice shed begs to be freed". |
| 9 | 279 | "How long has she begged?" asked the Forkbeard. |
| 9 | 280 | "For more than two Ahn," said the boy, grinning. |
| 9 | 281 | He was male. |
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"Mead!" I called.
Pretty Ankles rushed to serve me.
I again bent to kiss the lips of Thyri.
Late and fully were we feasting when the thrall-boy, tugging on the sleeve of Ivar Forkbeard, said to him, "My Jarl, the wench in the ice shed begs to be freed".
"How long has she begged?" asked the Forkbeard.
"For more than two Ahn," said the boy, grinning.
He was male.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 9)