Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 21 | 44 | View more quotes about beneath">Beneath my garment, concealed, I carried sword and quiva. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 21 | 41 | I then, on foot, following for a time the tracks of the departing wagons, then departing from them, returned to the vicinity of Turia. |
| 21 | 42 | I spent the night on the prairie and then, on what would have been the second day of the retreat, entered the city at the eighth hour. |
| 21 | 43 | My hair was concealed in the hood of a thin, ankle-length rep-cloth garment, a dirty white through which ran flecks of golden thread, a fit garment, in my opinion, for an insignificant merchant. |
| 21 | 44 | Beneath my garment, concealed, I carried sword and quiva. |
| 21 | 45 | I was hardly questioned by guards at the gates of Turia, for the city is a commercial oasis in the plains and during a year hundreds of caravans, not to mention thousands of small merchants, on foot or with a single tharlarion wagon, enter her gates. |
| 21 | 46 | To my great surprise the gates of Turia stood open after the withdrawal of the wagons and the lifting of the siege. |
| 21 | 47 | Peasants streamed through them returning to their fields and also hundreds of townsfolk for an outing, some of them to walk even as far as the remains of the old Tuchuk camp, hunting for souvenirs. |
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I then, on foot, following for a time the tracks of the departing wagons, then departing from them, returned to the vicinity of Turia.
I spent the night on the prairie and then, on what would have been the second day of the retreat, entered the city at the eighth hour.
My hair was concealed in the hood of a thin, ankle-length rep-cloth garment, a dirty white through which ran flecks of golden thread, a fit garment, in my opinion, for an insignificant merchant.
Beneath my garment, concealed, I carried sword and quiva.
I was hardly questioned by guards at the gates of Turia, for the city is a commercial oasis in the plains and during a year hundreds of caravans, not to mention thousands of small merchants, on foot or with a single tharlarion wagon, enter her gates.
To my great surprise the gates of Turia stood open after the withdrawal of the wagons and the lifting of the siege.
Peasants streamed through them returning to their fields and also hundreds of townsfolk for an outing, some of them to walk even as far as the remains of the old Tuchuk camp, hunting for souvenirs.
- (Nomads of Gor)