Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 21 | 47 | Peasants streamed through them returning to their fields and also hundreds of townsfolk for an outing, some of them to walk even as far as the remains of the old tuchuk camp, hunting for souvenirs. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 21 | 44 | Beneath my garment, concealed, I carried sword and quiva. |
| 21 | 45 | I was hardly questioned by guards at the gates of Turia, for the city is a commercial oasis in the plains and during a year hundreds of caravans, not to mention thousands of small merchants, on foot or with a single tharlarion wagon, enter her gates. |
| 21 | 46 | To my great surprise the gates of Turia stood open after the withdrawal of the wagons and the lifting of the siege. |
| 21 | 47 | Peasants streamed through them returning to their fields and also hundreds of townsfolk for an outing, some of them to walk even as far as the remains of the old tuchuk camp, hunting for souvenirs. |
| 21 | 48 | As I entered I regarded the lofty double gates, and wondered how long it would take to close them. |
| 21 | 49 | As I hobbled through the city of Turia, one eye half shut, staring at the street as though I hoped to find a lost copper tarn disk among the stones, I made my way toward the compound of Saphrar of Turia. |
| 21 | 50 | I was jostled in the crowds, and twice nearly knocked down by officers in the guard of Phanius Turmus, Ubar of Turia. |
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Beneath my garment, concealed, I carried sword and quiva.
I was hardly questioned by guards at the gates of Turia, for the city is a commercial oasis in the plains and during a year hundreds of caravans, not to mention thousands of small merchants, on foot or with a single tharlarion wagon, enter her gates.
To my great surprise the gates of Turia stood open after the withdrawal of the wagons and the lifting of the siege.
Peasants streamed through them returning to their fields and also hundreds of townsfolk for an outing, some of them to walk even as far as the remains of the old tuchuk camp, hunting for souvenirs.
As I entered I regarded the lofty double gates, and wondered how long it would take to close them.
As I hobbled through the city of Turia, one eye half shut, staring at the street as though I hoped to find a lost copper tarn disk among the stones, I made my way toward the compound of Saphrar of Turia.
I was jostled in the crowds, and twice nearly knocked down by officers in the guard of Phanius Turmus, Ubar of Turia.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21)