Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 33 | 60 | Drawing a small knife from his pouch, the Initiate cut a strand of hair from the animal and threw it into a nearby fire. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 33 | 57 | "Wait," he said, "O welcome messenger of Priest-Kings!" I kept silent, waiting to see what he wanted. |
| 33 | 58 | The man gestured with his fat hand and a white bosk, beautiful with its long, shaggy coat and its curved, polished horns, was led forward. |
| 33 | 59 | Its shaggy coat had been oiled and groomed and colored beads were hung about its horns. |
| 33 | 60 | Drawing a small knife from his pouch, the Initiate cut a strand of hair from the animal and threw it into a nearby fire. |
| 33 | 61 | Then he gestured to a subordinate, and the man, with a sword, opened the throat of the animal and it sank to its knees, the blood from its throat being caught in a golden laver held by a third man. |
| 33 | 62 | While I waited impatiently two more men cut a thigh from the slain beast and this, dripping with grease and blood, was ordered cast upon the fire. |
| 33 | 63 | "All else has failed!" cried the Initiate, weaving back and forth, his hands in the air. |
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"Wait," he said, "O welcome messenger of Priest-Kings!" I kept silent, waiting to see what he wanted.
The man gestured with his fat hand and a white bosk, beautiful with its long, shaggy coat and its curved, polished horns, was led forward.
Its shaggy coat had been oiled and groomed and colored beads were hung about its horns.
Drawing a small knife from his pouch, the Initiate cut a strand of hair from the animal and threw it into a nearby fire.
Then he gestured to a subordinate, and the man, with a sword, opened the throat of the animal and it sank to its knees, the blood from its throat being caught in a golden laver held by a third man.
While I waited impatiently two more men cut a thigh from the slain beast and this, dripping with grease and blood, was ordered cast upon the fire.
"All else has failed!" cried the Initiate, weaving back and forth, his hands in the air.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 33)