Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 19 | 92 | "If it is the will of the Priest-Kings," I said, "let it be done". |
| 19 | 93 | And then I raised my hands again and standing on the windlass over the shaft, blown by the wind, with the moons of Gor above me, I cried. |
| 19 | 94 | "And if it be not the will of the Priest-Kings—still let it be done!" "Let it be done," said the heavy voice of Kron. |
| 19 | 95 | "Let it be done," said the men, first one and then another, until there was a sober chorus of assent, quiet but powerful, and I knew that never before in this harsh world had men spoken thus. |
| 19 | 96 | And it seemed strange to me that this rebellion, this willingness to pursue the right as they saw it, independently of the will of the Priest-Kings, had come not first from the proud Warriors of Gor, nor the Scribes, nor the Builders nor Physicians, nor any of the high castes of the many cities of Gor, but had come from the most degraded and despised of men, wretched slaves from the mines of Tharna. |
| 19 | 97 | I stood there and watched the slaves depart, silently now, like shadows, forsaking the precincts of the mines to seek their outlaw fortunes, their destinies beyond the laws and traditions of their cities. |
| 19 | 98 | The Gorean phrase of farewell came silently to my lips. |
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"If it is the will of the Priest-Kings," I said, "let it be done".
And then I raised my hands again and standing on the windlass over the shaft, blown by the wind, with the moons of Gor above me, I cried.
"And if it be not the will of the Priest-Kings—still let it be done!" "Let it be done," said the heavy voice of Kron.
"Let it be done," said the men, first one and then another, until there was a sober chorus of assent, quiet but powerful, and I knew that never before in this harsh world had men spoken thus.
And it seemed strange to me that this rebellion, this willingness to pursue the right as they saw it, independently of the will of the Priest-Kings, had come not first from the proud Warriors of Gor, nor the Scribes, nor the Builders nor Physicians, nor any of the high castes of the many cities of Gor, but had come from the most degraded and despised of men, wretched slaves from the mines of Tharna.
I stood there and watched the slaves depart, silently now, like shadows, forsaking the precincts of the mines to seek their outlaw fortunes, their destinies beyond the laws and traditions of their cities.
The Gorean phrase of farewell came silently to my lips.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )