| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 21 | 300 | I View more quotes about managed">managed to slip my blade through the ribs of one man and twist to avoid the thrust of the other. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 21 | 297 | "There is a certain resemblance between yourself and my friend Tarl Cabot," Harold was saying, "save that your swordplay is decidedly inferior to his. |
| 21 | 298 | Also he was of the Caste of Warriors and would not permit himself to be seen on his funeral pyre in the robes of so low a caste as that of the Bakers. |
| 21 | 299 | Moreover, his hair was red—like a larl from the sun—whereas yours is a rather common and, if I may say so, a rather uninspired black". |
| 21 | 300 | I managed to slip my blade through the ribs of one man and twist to avoid the thrust of the other. |
| 21 | 301 | In an instant the position of the man I had felled was filled by yet another guardsman. |
| 21 | 302 | "It would be well to be vigilant also on the right," remarked Harold. |
| 21 | 303 | I spun to the right just in time to turn the blade of a third man. |