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

To be sure there might have been some doubt that the miserable wench thonged behind Kamchak's kaiila could have been first stake. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #125)
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11 125 To be View more quotes about sure">sure there might have been some doubt that the miserable wench thonged behind Kamchak's kaiila could have been first stake.

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

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11 122 "First stake!" he called out to a warrior, jerking his thumb at the stumbling, gasping Aphris.
11 123 The warrior laughed.
11 124 "It is true!" roared Kamchak, grinning and slapping the side of the saddle.
11 125 To be sure there might have been some doubt that the miserable wench thonged behind Kamchak's kaiila could have been first stake.
11 126 She was gasping and stumbling; her body glistened with perspiration; her legs were black with wet dust; her hair was tangled and thick with dust; her feet and ankles were bleeding; her calves were scratched and speckled with the red bites of rennels.
11 127 When Kamchak reached his wagon, the poor girl, gasping for breath, legs trembling, fell exhausted to the grass, her entire body shaking with the ordeal of her run.
11 128 I supposed that Aphris of Turia had done little in her life that was more strenuous than stepping in and out of a scented bath.
"First stake!" he called out to a warrior, jerking his thumb at the stumbling, gasping Aphris. The warrior laughed. "It is true!" roared Kamchak, grinning and slapping the side of the saddle. To be sure there might have been some doubt that the miserable wench thonged behind Kamchak's kaiila could have been first stake. She was gasping and stumbling; her body glistened with perspiration; her legs were black with wet dust; her hair was tangled and thick with dust; her feet and ankles were bleeding; her calves were scratched and speckled with the red bites of rennels. When Kamchak reached his wagon, the poor girl, gasping for breath, legs trembling, fell exhausted to the grass, her entire body shaking with the ordeal of her run. I supposed that Aphris of Turia had done little in her life that was more strenuous than stepping in and out of a scented bath. - (Nomads of Gor)