Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 641 | The Forkbeard and I, it had been, who had found the arrow of war in the Torvaldsberg, who had touched it to other arrows, which, in hundreds of villages and camps, over thousands of square pasangs of rugged, inlet-cleft terrain, had been carried to the free men of the north, that they might fetch their weapons, rally and, shoulder to shoulder, do battle. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 638 | The demonstration would not have been lost, either, on the advanced Kurii of the steel worlds. |
| 18 | 639 | It was ironic. |
| 18 | 640 | I, Tarl Cabot, who had abandoned the service of Priest-Kings, had yet, in this far place, been instrumental in their work. |
| 18 | 641 | The Forkbeard and I, it had been, who had found the arrow of war in the Torvaldsberg, who had touched it to other arrows, which, in hundreds of villages and camps, over thousands of square pasangs of rugged, inlet-cleft terrain, had been carried to the free men of the north, that they might fetch their weapons, rally and, shoulder to shoulder, do battle. |
| 18 | 642 | And, too, I had fought. |
| 18 | 643 | It was strange, as it seemed to me, that it should be so. |
| 18 | 644 | I thought of golden Misk, the Priest-King, of once, long ago, when his antennae had touched the palms of my uplifted hands, and Nest Trust had been pledged between us. |
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The demonstration would not have been lost, either, on the advanced Kurii of the steel worlds.
It was ironic.
I, Tarl Cabot, who had abandoned the service of Priest-Kings, had yet, in this far place, been instrumental in their work.
The Forkbeard and I, it had been, who had found the arrow of war in the Torvaldsberg, who had touched it to other arrows, which, in hundreds of villages and camps, over thousands of square pasangs of rugged, inlet-cleft terrain, had been carried to the free men of the north, that they might fetch their weapons, rally and, shoulder to shoulder, do battle.
And, too, I had fought.
It was strange, as it seemed to me, that it should be so.
I thought of golden Misk, the Priest-King, of once, long ago, when his antennae had touched the palms of my uplifted hands, and Nest Trust had been pledged between us.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18)