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Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)

Noble, great Ubar! And who would remember Talena, and her shame, after Marlenus, astride a mighty tharlarion, would have his triumph in the streets of Ar, panther girls in tiny cages slung on poles carried by huntsmen, and, walking beside his beast, naked and chained to his stirrup, their former leader, Verna, now only a slave. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #137)
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12 137 Noble, great Ubar! And who would remember Talena, and her shame, after Marlenus, astride a mighty tharlarion, would have his triumph in the streets of Ar, panther girls in tiny cages slung on poles carried by huntsmen, and, walking beside his beast, naked and chained to his stirrup, their former leader, Verna, now only a slave.

Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)

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12 134 He would have his acclaims and his glories.
12 135 Even the shame of Talena would not shame him, for he had cut her off from him.
12 136 But, in his generosity, he would free her, and return her to Ar and permit her to live, sequestered, in his palace.
12 137 Noble, great Ubar! And who would remember Talena, and her shame, after Marlenus, astride a mighty tharlarion, would have his triumph in the streets of Ar, panther girls in tiny cages slung on poles carried by huntsmen, and, walking beside his beast, naked and chained to his stirrup, their former leader, Verna, now only a slave.
12 138 Marlenus, I asked myself, are you always victorious? How great a man he was.
12 139 And how small he made me seem.
12 140 I began to hate Marlenus, Ubar of Ar.
He would have his acclaims and his glories. Even the shame of Talena would not shame him, for he had cut her off from him. But, in his generosity, he would free her, and return her to Ar and permit her to live, sequestered, in his palace. Noble, great Ubar! And who would remember Talena, and her shame, after Marlenus, astride a mighty tharlarion, would have his triumph in the streets of Ar, panther girls in tiny cages slung on poles carried by huntsmen, and, walking beside his beast, naked and chained to his stirrup, their former leader, Verna, now only a slave. Marlenus, I asked myself, are you always victorious? How great a man he was. And how small he made me seem. I began to hate Marlenus, Ubar of Ar. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 12)