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Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then, from the scarred, half-shattered, smoke-blackened stern castle of the Tina, first from one trumpet, lifted by a fellow who was little more than a boy, and then from another, and from another, there resounded notes of defiance. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #90)
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6 90 Then, from the scarred, View more quotes about half">half-shattered, smoke-blackened stern castle of the Tina, first from one trumpet, lifted by a fellow who was little more than a boy, and then from another, and from another, there resounded notes of defiance.

Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 87 "They are coming now," said the man behind me.
6 88 "Why is there silence?" called Callimachus from the stem castle.
6 89 "Can we give no response?" Men looked at one another.
6 90 Then, from the scarred, half-shattered, smoke-blackened stern castle of the Tina, first from one trumpet, lifted by a fellow who was little more than a boy, and then from another, and from another, there resounded notes of defiance.
6 91 The trumpeters on the stern castle of the Olivia, too, seized up their instruments, and then, too, from the Tais, and from the Talender and Hermione, came the clear, unmistakable, brave sounds of men determined to stand together.
6 92 The hair on the back of my neck rose, and I was proud.
6 93 I gripped the oar.
"They are coming now," said the man behind me. "Why is there silence?" called Callimachus from the stem castle. "Can we give no response?" Men looked at one another. Then, from the scarred, half-shattered, smoke-blackened stern castle of the Tina, first from one trumpet, lifted by a fellow who was little more than a boy, and then from another, and from another, there resounded notes of defiance. The trumpeters on the stern castle of the Olivia, too, seized up their instruments, and then, too, from the Tais, and from the Talender and Hermione, came the clear, unmistakable, brave sounds of men determined to stand together. The hair on the back of my neck rose, and I was proud. I gripped the oar. - (Guardsman of Gor)