"So you think he will fear to enter the city?" I asked.
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"Yes," said she, "he will not enter the city.
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He is not a fool".
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"What," cried a merry young voice, insolent and good-natured, "could a wench like you know of fools, of the caste of Singers, of Poets?" Linna sprang to her feet.
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Through the door of the dungeon a yoked figure was thrust by the butt ends of two spears.
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He stumbled through the entire room before he struck the wall with the yoke.
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He managed to turn the yoke and slide down the wall to a seated position.
"So you think he will fear to enter the city?" I asked.
"Yes," said she, "he will not enter the city.
He is not a fool".
"What," cried a merry young voice, insolent and good-natured, "could a wench like you know of fools, of the caste of Singers, of Poets?" Linna sprang to her feet.
Through the door of the dungeon a yoked figure was thrust by the butt ends of two spears.
He stumbled through the entire room before he struck the wall with the yoke.
He managed to turn the yoke and slide down the wall to a seated position.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )