Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 5 | At the View more quotes about last">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. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 3 | 7 | The children of the Wagon Peoples are taught the saddle of the kaiila before they can walk. |
| 3 | 8 | "Aieee!" cried the warrior of the Kataii. |
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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.
The children of the Wagon Peoples are taught the saddle of the kaiila before they can walk.
"Aieee!" cried the warrior of the Kataii.
- (Nomads of Gor)