Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 86 | It would be easy enough to judge that when the point sped toward me. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 83 | I wanted the gait of his kaiila to be even. |
| 22 | 84 | I judged the angle of the lance. |
| 22 | 85 | His thrust would be to the head; I assumed it would be to the right ear. |
| 22 | 86 | It would be easy enough to judge that when the point sped toward me. |
| 22 | 87 | One often feints with the point, dropping it, or lifting it, or moving it to the one side or the other, dropping or lifting, or horizontally, in war; but in sport accuracy and not deception is paramount; I observed the rider; I saw him smile; I saw the kaiila rear up; I saw the lance fall into position; he lanced in sport; I faced him in war. |
| 22 | 88 | He was unwary; his attention was fully focused on his target; did he think I was a slave girl on the plains of the Wagon Peoples, standing, a tospit in my mouth for his lance sport? I moved to the side and, with both hands, a yard behind the point, turning, caught the lance; the rider, crying out, was torn from the saddle and fell rolling in the sand as the kaiila sped by; the lance strap broke; I lifted the lance and, as he rolled onto his back, eyes looking up, horrified, thrust it through his body, pinning him to the sand; I jerked the lance from his body, holding it down with my left foot and swirled to meet the charge of the next man. |
| 22 | 89 | I was startled. |
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I wanted the gait of his kaiila to be even.
I judged the angle of the lance.
His thrust would be to the head; I assumed it would be to the right ear.
It would be easy enough to judge that when the point sped toward me.
One often feints with the point, dropping it, or lifting it, or moving it to the one side or the other, dropping or lifting, or horizontally, in war; but in sport accuracy and not deception is paramount; I observed the rider; I saw him smile; I saw the kaiila rear up; I saw the lance fall into position; he lanced in sport; I faced him in war.
He was unwary; his attention was fully focused on his target; did he think I was a slave girl on the plains of the Wagon Peoples, standing, a tospit in my mouth for his lance sport? I moved to the side and, with both hands, a yard behind the point, turning, caught the lance; the rider, crying out, was torn from the saddle and fell rolling in the sand as the kaiila sped by; the lance strap broke; I lifted the lance and, as he rolled onto his back, eyes looking up, horrified, thrust it through his body, pinning him to the sand; I jerked the lance from his body, holding it down with my left foot and swirled to meet the charge of the next man.
I was startled.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 22)