Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 3 | So gambling all on the respect of the View more quotes about wagon">Wagon Peoples for the courage of men, I made no move to defend myself but, heart pounding, blood racing, yet no sign visible of agitation on my face, without a quiver of a muscle or tendon betraying me, I stood calmly erect. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 2 | 181 | "Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be the first to reach me. |
| 3 | 1 | The Spear Gambling One, the Tuchuk, I might have slain with a cast of the heavy Gorean war spear; the others would have had free play with their lances. |
| 3 | 2 | I might have thrown myself to the ground as the larl hunters from Ar, once their weapon is cast, covering myself with the shield; but then I would have been beneath the clawed paws of four squealing, snorting kaiila, while the riders jabbed at me with lances, off my feet, helpless. |
| 3 | 3 | So gambling all on the respect of the Wagon Peoples for the courage of men, I made no move to defend myself but, heart pounding, blood racing, yet no sign visible of agitation on my face, without a quiver of a muscle or tendon betraying me, I stood calmly erect. |
| 3 | 4 | On my face there was only disdain. |
| 3 | 5 | At the last instant, the lances of four riders but a hand's breadth from my body, the enraged, thundering kaiila, hissing and squealing, at a touch of the control straps, arrested their fierce charge, stopping themselves, tearing into the deep turf with suddenly emergent claws. |
| 3 | 6 | Not a rider was thrown or seemed for an instant off balance. |
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"Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be the first to reach me.
The Spear Gambling One, the Tuchuk, I might have slain with a cast of the heavy Gorean war spear; the others would have had free play with their lances.
I might have thrown myself to the ground as the larl hunters from Ar, once their weapon is cast, covering myself with the shield; but then I would have been beneath the clawed paws of four squealing, snorting kaiila, while the riders jabbed at me with lances, off my feet, helpless.
So gambling all on the respect of the Wagon Peoples for the courage of men, I made no move to defend myself but, heart pounding, blood racing, yet no sign visible of agitation on my face, without a quiver of a muscle or tendon betraying me, I stood calmly erect.
On my face there was only disdain.
At the last instant, the lances of four riders but a hand's breadth from my body, the enraged, thundering kaiila, hissing and squealing, at a touch of the control straps, arrested their fierce charge, stopping themselves, tearing into the deep turf with suddenly emergent claws.
Not a rider was thrown or seemed for an instant off balance.
- (Nomads of Gor)