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

We could hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #65)
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23 65 We could View more quotes about hear">hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms.

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

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23 62 These two hundred, afoot, suddenly looking up with their quivas and axes, startled, screaming, were ridden down in a matter of an Ehn.
23 63 But then we could see, forming on the crest of a hill, thousands of Paravaci warriors, apparently held in readiness in case reinforcements should come.
23 64 Already they were mounting their fresh, rested kaiila.
23 65 We could hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms.
23 66 Raising my arm and shouting, I led the Thousand toward them, hoping to catch them before they could form and charge.
23 67 Our bosk horns rang out and my brave Thousand, worn in the saddle, weary, on spent kaiila, without a murmur or a protest, turned and following my lead struck into the center of the Paravaci forces.
23 68 In an instant we were embroiled among angry men—the half-formed, disorganized Hundreds of the Paravaci—striking to the left and right, shouting the war cry of the Tuchuks.
These two hundred, afoot, suddenly looking up with their quivas and axes, startled, screaming, were ridden down in a matter of an Ehn. But then we could see, forming on the crest of a hill, thousands of Paravaci warriors, apparently held in readiness in case reinforcements should come. Already they were mounting their fresh, rested kaiila. We could hear the bosk horns forming their Hundreds, see the movements of the sunlight on their arms. Raising my arm and shouting, I led the Thousand toward them, hoping to catch them before they could form and charge. Our bosk horns rang out and my brave Thousand, worn in the saddle, weary, on spent kaiila, without a murmur or a protest, turned and following my lead struck into the center of the Paravaci forces. In an instant we were embroiled among angry men—the half-formed, disorganized Hundreds of the Paravaci—striking to the left and right, shouting the war cry of the Tuchuks. - (Nomads of Gor)