Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 5 | 121 | "A prisoner has been View more quotes about brought">brought to the camp," he said. |
 |
Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 5 | 118 | Kamchak lifted his head intently, listening. |
| 5 | 119 | Then we heard the pounding of a small drum and two blasts on the horn of a bosk. |
| 5 | 120 | Kamchak read the message of the drum and horn. |
| 5 | 121 | "A prisoner has been brought to the camp," he said. |
| 6 | 1 | To the Wagon of Kutaituchik Kamchak strode among the wagons, toward the sound, and I followed him closely. |
| 6 | 2 | Many others, too, rushed to the sound, and we were jostled by armed warriors, scarred and fierce; by boys with unscarred faces, carrying the pointed sticks used often for goading the wagon bosk; by leather-clad women hurrying from the cooking pots; by wild, half-clothed children; even by enslaved Kajir-clad beauties of Turia; even the girl was there who wore but bells and collar, struggling under her burden, long dried strips of bosk meat, as wide as beams, she too hurrying to see what might be the meaning of the drum and horn, of the shouting Tuchuks. |
| 6 | 3 | We suddenly emerged into the center of what seemed to be a wide, grassy street among the wagons, a wide lane, open and level, an avenue in that city of Harigga, or Bosk Wagons. |
|
Kamchak lifted his head intently, listening.
Then we heard the pounding of a small drum and two blasts on the horn of a bosk.
Kamchak read the message of the drum and horn.
"A prisoner has been brought to the camp," he said.
To the Wagon of Kutaituchik Kamchak strode among the wagons, toward the sound, and I followed him closely.
Many others, too, rushed to the sound, and we were jostled by armed warriors, scarred and fierce; by boys with unscarred faces, carrying the pointed sticks used often for goading the wagon bosk; by leather-clad women hurrying from the cooking pots; by wild, half-clothed children; even by enslaved Kajir-clad beauties of Turia; even the girl was there who wore but bells and collar, struggling under her burden, long dried strips of bosk meat, as wide as beams, she too hurrying to see what might be the meaning of the drum and horn, of the shouting Tuchuks.
We suddenly emerged into the center of what seemed to be a wide, grassy street among the wagons, a wide lane, open and level, an avenue in that city of Harigga, or Bosk Wagons.
- (Nomads of Gor)