Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 4 | 441 | I saw Farouk, merchant and caravan master, ride by, burnoose swirling behind him, lance in hand. |
| 4 | 442 | With him were six men. |
| 4 | 443 | I saw drovers, holding the reins of their beasts, shading their eyes, looking over the dust to the east. |
| 4 | 444 | One of the kinsmen of Farouk went to the kurdahs of slave girls, hobble chains at his saddle pommel; he would rein in before a kurdah, throw the girl the hobble and order her, "Shackle yourself"; he would wait the moment it took for the girl to snap the small ring about her right wrist and, behind her body, the larger one about her left ankle; the rings are separated by about six inches of chain; they are not sleeping hobbles, which confine only the ankles; then he would rush to the next kurdah, fling a hobble to the next girl, and repeat his command. |
| 4 | 445 | I rode down the caravan until I came to Alyena's kurdah. |
| 4 | 446 | She thrust her head out, veiled, her fists holding apart the rep-cloth curtain. |
| 4 | 447 | "What is going on?" she cried. |
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I saw Farouk, merchant and caravan master, ride by, burnoose swirling behind him, lance in hand.
With him were six men.
I saw drovers, holding the reins of their beasts, shading their eyes, looking over the dust to the east.
One of the kinsmen of Farouk went to the kurdahs of slave girls, hobble chains at his saddle pommel; he would rein in before a kurdah, throw the girl the hobble and order her, "Shackle yourself"; he would wait the moment it took for the girl to snap the small ring about her right wrist and, behind her body, the larger one about her left ankle; the rings are separated by about six inches of chain; they are not sleeping hobbles, which confine only the ankles; then he would rush to the next kurdah, fling a hobble to the next girl, and repeat his command.
I rode down the caravan until I came to Alyena's kurdah.
She thrust her head out, veiled, her fists holding apart the rep-cloth curtain.
"What is going on?" she cried.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter )