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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

I would say little or nothing. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #34)
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2 34 I would say View more quotes about little">little or nothing.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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2 31 It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of Warriors, a swordsman of the high city of Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning.
2 32 Tal, I might say, in greeting, I am Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba; I bring no credentials, no proofs; I come from the Priest-Kings; I would like to have the object which was brought to you from them; they would now like it back; thank you; farewell.
2 33 I laughed.
2 34 I would say little or nothing.
2 35 The object might not even be with the Wagon Peoples any longer.
2 36 And there were four Wagon Peoples, the Paravaci, the Kataii, the Kassars, and the dreaded Tuchuks.
2 37 Who knew with which people the object might have been placed? Perhaps it had been hidden away and forgotten? Perhaps it was now a sacred object, little understood, but revered—and it would be sacrilege to think of it, blasphemy to speak its name, a cruel and slow death even to cast one's eyes upon it.
It is worthy of a warrior of the caste of Warriors, a swordsman of the high city of Ko-ro-ba, the Towers of the Morning. Tal, I might say, in greeting, I am Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba; I bring no credentials, no proofs; I come from the Priest-Kings; I would like to have the object which was brought to you from them; they would now like it back; thank you; farewell. I laughed. I would say little or nothing. The object might not even be with the Wagon Peoples any longer. And there were four Wagon Peoples, the Paravaci, the Kataii, the Kassars, and the dreaded Tuchuks. Who knew with which people the object might have been placed? Perhaps it had been hidden away and forgotten? Perhaps it was now a sacred object, little understood, but revered—and it would be sacrilege to think of it, blasphemy to speak its name, a cruel and slow death even to cast one's eyes upon it. - (Nomads of Gor)