| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 54 | View more quotes about bearing">Bearing down on him, lance leveled, was a painted Yellow Knife. |
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| 26 | 51 | I saw a young Kaiila warrior, his lance transferred to his left hand, reach down to seize her by the hair, to appropriate her for himself. |
| 26 | 52 | "No!" I cried. |
| 26 | 53 | "No!" The young warrior looked up, startled. |
| 26 | 54 | Bearing down on him, lance leveled, was a painted Yellow Knife. |
| 26 | 55 | I brought my kaiila about and, desperately, thrust the lance into the charging Yellow Knife, to my right. |
| 26 | 56 | It went half through him, his force driving his body along the wood. |
| 26 | 57 | His gut struck my hand and the lance, in his scream and the twisting of the kaiila, was lost. |