Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 4 | A medium-class View more quotes about galley">galley of the Voskjard slipped past our bow, the tooth of her ram failing to feed, the water from her cleft passage, swelling away from her, forcing us to port. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 1 | We Await Support from Callisthenes; It does not Come; The Third Fleet of the Voskjard; Again We Sound Our Battle Horns We saw the Leda of Port Cos taken full in the hull. |
| 6 | 2 | "Back oars!" cried the oar master. |
| 6 | 3 | The Tina shook in the water and, swerving, slid back. |
| 6 | 4 | A medium-class galley of the Voskjard slipped past our bow, the tooth of her ram failing to feed, the water from her cleft passage, swelling away from her, forcing us to port. |
| 6 | 5 | I saw one of her great eyes, that on her starboard bow, slide balefully by. |
| 6 | 6 | Our own ram, as she passed, gouged a furrow, the length of a spear, the wet wood squeaking, in her flank. |
| 6 | 7 | A man screamed on the stern of the Portia, to starboard, not more than forty yards away, and tumbling, reeling, like a torch, his clothing soaked with flaming pitch, fell into the water. |
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We Await Support from Callisthenes; It does not Come; The Third Fleet of the Voskjard; Again We Sound Our Battle Horns We saw the Leda of Port Cos taken full in the hull.
"Back oars!" cried the oar master.
The Tina shook in the water and, swerving, slid back.
A medium-class galley of the Voskjard slipped past our bow, the tooth of her ram failing to feed, the water from her cleft passage, swelling away from her, forcing us to port.
I saw one of her great eyes, that on her starboard bow, slide balefully by.
Our own ram, as she passed, gouged a furrow, the length of a spear, the wet wood squeaking, in her flank.
A man screamed on the stern of the Portia, to starboard, not more than forty yards away, and tumbling, reeling, like a torch, his clothing soaked with flaming pitch, fell into the water.
- (Guardsman of Gor)