Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 5 | He could not read the manuscript, as it was written in English, a language as foreign to him as Gorean would be to most of you, but yet he would treasure the manuscript and guard it as though it were a most precious possession, for he was a scribe and it is the way of scribes to love the written word and keep it from harm, and if he could not read the manuscript, what did it matter—perhaps someone could someday, and then the words which had kept their secret for so long would at last enkindle the mystery of communication and what had been written would be heard and understood. |
| 2 | 6 | At last I stood before the towering gate of black logs, bound with its wide bands of brass. |
| 2 | 7 | The fair lay behind me and the Sardar before. |
| 2 | 8 | My garments and my shield bore no insignia, for my city had been destroyed. |
| 2 | 9 | I wore my helmet. |
| 2 | 10 | None would know who entered the Sardar. |
| 2 | 11 | At the gate I was met by one of the Caste of Initiates, a dour, thin-lipped, drawn man with deep sunken eyes, clad in the pure white robes of his caste. |
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He could not read the manuscript, as it was written in English, a language as foreign to him as Gorean would be to most of you, but yet he would treasure the manuscript and guard it as though it were a most precious possession, for he was a scribe and it is the way of scribes to love the written word and keep it from harm, and if he could not read the manuscript, what did it matter—perhaps someone could someday, and then the words which had kept their secret for so long would at last enkindle the mystery of communication and what had been written would be heard and understood.
At last I stood before the towering gate of black logs, bound with its wide bands of brass.
The fair lay behind me and the Sardar before.
My garments and my shield bore no insignia, for my city had been destroyed.
I wore my helmet.
None would know who entered the Sardar.
At the gate I was met by one of the Caste of Initiates, a dour, thin-lipped, drawn man with deep sunken eyes, clad in the pure white robes of his caste.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )