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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Their leader, to her surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #334)
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9 334 Their leader, to her View more quotes about surprise">surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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9 331 Aphris of Turia was bold indeed.
9 332 I wondered if Kamchak would rise to do war in the very room.
9 333 The girls that now stood before us, barefoot, in swirling Pleasure Silks, belled and collared, were wenches of the Wagon Peoples, now, as could be determined even beneath the silks they wore, the branded slaves of Turians.
9 334 Their leader, to her surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well.
9 335 The Feast Steward was handed a slave whip and stood towering over the leader of the girls.
9 336 His hand drew back but the blow never fell, for with a cry of pain he reeled away, the hilt of a quiva pressed against the inside of his forearm, the balance of the blade emerging on the other side.
9 337 Even I had not seen Kamchak throw the knife.
Aphris of Turia was bold indeed. I wondered if Kamchak would rise to do war in the very room. The girls that now stood before us, barefoot, in swirling Pleasure Silks, belled and collared, were wenches of the Wagon Peoples, now, as could be determined even beneath the silks they wore, the branded slaves of Turians. Their leader, to her surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well. The Feast Steward was handed a slave whip and stood towering over the leader of the girls. His hand drew back but the blow never fell, for with a cry of pain he reeled away, the hilt of a quiva pressed against the inside of his forearm, the balance of the blade emerging on the other side. Even I had not seen Kamchak throw the knife. - (Nomads of Gor)