She ran up the steps and turned only when she stood at last before her throne.
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She pointed her hand imperiously at me, that hand wearing its glove of gold, now spattered with my blood, wet and dark from the sweat of her hand.
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"Let him be used in the Amusements of Tharna!" she said.
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Andreas of the caste of Poets I had been hooded and driven through the streets, stumbling under the weight of the yoke.
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At last I had entered a building and had descended a long, swirling ramp, through dank passages.
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When I was unhooded, my yoke had been chained to the wall of a dungeon.
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The place was lit by a small, foul tharlarion-oil lamp set in the wall near the ceiling.
She ran up the steps and turned only when she stood at last before her throne.
She pointed her hand imperiously at me, that hand wearing its glove of gold, now spattered with my blood, wet and dark from the sweat of her hand.
"Let him be used in the Amusements of Tharna!" she said.
Andreas of the caste of Poets I had been hooded and driven through the streets, stumbling under the weight of the yoke.
At last I had entered a building and had descended a long, swirling ramp, through dank passages.
When I was unhooded, my yoke had been chained to the wall of a dungeon.
The place was lit by a small, foul tharlarion-oil lamp set in the wall near the ceiling.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )