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Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)

Why had we not gotten on directly with the business at hand? In the morning, after the hour of the first feeding, Sarm entered Misk's compartment, where I was waiting for him. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #5)
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19 5 Why had we not gotten on View more quotes about directly">directly with the business at hand? In the morning, after the hour of the first feeding, Sarm entered Misk's compartment, where I was waiting for him.

Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 2 Beyond this I had no definite plan.
19 3 Sarm did not act as quickly as I had anticipated and from the room of the power source had simply returned me to Misk's compartment, where my case was kept.
19 4 I spent an uneasy night on the moss.
19 5 Why had we not gotten on directly with the business at hand? In the morning, after the hour of the first feeding, Sarm entered Misk's compartment, where I was waiting for him.
19 6 To my surprise his head was crowned with an aromatic wreath of green leaves, the first thing green I had seen in the Nest, and about his neck there hung, besides the invariable translator, a necklace, perhaps of accouterments, perhaps of pure ornaments, small pieces of metal, some shallow and rounded like tiny scoops, others rounded and pointed, others slender and bladed.
19 7 His entire person I also noted was anointed with unusual and penetrating scents.
19 8 "It is the Feast of Tola—the Feast of the Nuptial Flight," said Sarm.
Beyond this I had no definite plan. Sarm did not act as quickly as I had anticipated and from the room of the power source had simply returned me to Misk's compartment, where my case was kept. I spent an uneasy night on the moss. Why had we not gotten on directly with the business at hand? In the morning, after the hour of the first feeding, Sarm entered Misk's compartment, where I was waiting for him. To my surprise his head was crowned with an aromatic wreath of green leaves, the first thing green I had seen in the Nest, and about his neck there hung, besides the invariable translator, a necklace, perhaps of accouterments, perhaps of pure ornaments, small pieces of metal, some shallow and rounded like tiny scoops, others rounded and pointed, others slender and bladed. His entire person I also noted was anointed with unusual and penetrating scents. "It is the Feast of Tola—the Feast of the Nuptial Flight," said Sarm. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)