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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

There was much hilarity in the hall of the House of Cernus, and, though it was early in the evening, paga and full-strength Ka-la-na were flowing. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #263)
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17 263 There was much hilarity in the hall of the House of Cernus, and, though it was early in the evening, paga and full-strength Ka-la-na were flowing.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 260 I regretted only that I had not yet learned who it was that had slain the Warrior from Thentis.
17 261 * * * * Cernus, upon occasion, though Ubar of Ar, would return to sit table in his own house, where, as he had invariably done before, he would play with Caprus, losing himself in the movements of the red and yellow pieces on the large board of red and yellow squares.
17 262 This was the evening of Kajuralia.
17 263 There was much hilarity in the hall of the House of Cernus, and, though it was early in the evening, paga and full-strength Ka-la-na were flowing.
17 264 Ho-Tu threw down his spoon in disgust, grinning at me wryly.
17 265 His gruel had been salted to the point of being inedible; he stared disgustedly down at the wet mash of porridge and salt.
17 266 "Kajuralia, Master," said Elizabeth Cardwell to Ho-Tu, smiling sweetly, as she passed by with a pitcher of Ka-la-na.
I regretted only that I had not yet learned who it was that had slain the Warrior from Thentis. * * * * Cernus, upon occasion, though Ubar of Ar, would return to sit table in his own house, where, as he had invariably done before, he would play with Caprus, losing himself in the movements of the red and yellow pieces on the large board of red and yellow squares. This was the evening of Kajuralia. There was much hilarity in the hall of the House of Cernus, and, though it was early in the evening, paga and full-strength Ka-la-na were flowing. Ho-Tu threw down his spoon in disgust, grinning at me wryly. His gruel had been salted to the point of being inedible; he stared disgustedly down at the wet mash of porridge and salt. "Kajuralia, Master," said Elizabeth Cardwell to Ho-Tu, smiling sweetly, as she passed by with a pitcher of Ka-la-na. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17)