Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 3 | The View more quotes about morning">morning after the Battle at the Wagons I had mounted a rested kaiila and set forth for Turia. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 219 | Kamchak, I knew, however, cared little for the slave, and would not be much concerned; yet her fate concerned me, and I hoped that she might live, that her beauty if not compassion or justice might have won her life for her, be it only as a Paravaci wagon slave; and then, too, I wondered again on the fate of Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, the lovely young New York secretary, so cruelly and so far removed from her own world; and then, exhausted, I lay down on the boards of Kamchak's looted wagon and fell asleep. |
| 24 | 1 | The Wagon of a Commander Turia was now largely under the control of Tuchuks. |
| 24 | 2 | For days it had been burning. |
| 24 | 3 | The morning after the Battle at the Wagons I had mounted a rested kaiila and set forth for Turia. |
| 24 | 4 | Some Ahn after departing from the Tuchuk camp I encountered the wagon that carried my tarn, and its guard, still advancing toward the camp. |
| 24 | 5 | The wagon carrying Harold's tarn and its guard accompanied it. |
| 24 | 6 | I left the kaiila with the Tuchuks and mounted my tarn, and, in less than an Ahn, saw the shimmering walls of Turia in the distance, and the veils of smoke rising over the city. |
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Kamchak, I knew, however, cared little for the slave, and would not be much concerned; yet her fate concerned me, and I hoped that she might live, that her beauty if not compassion or justice might have won her life for her, be it only as a Paravaci wagon slave; and then, too, I wondered again on the fate of Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, the lovely young New York secretary, so cruelly and so far removed from her own world; and then, exhausted, I lay down on the boards of Kamchak's looted wagon and fell asleep.
The Wagon of a Commander Turia was now largely under the control of Tuchuks.
For days it had been burning.
The morning after the Battle at the Wagons I had mounted a rested kaiila and set forth for Turia.
Some Ahn after departing from the Tuchuk camp I encountered the wagon that carried my tarn, and its guard, still advancing toward the camp.
The wagon carrying Harold's tarn and its guard accompanied it.
I left the kaiila with the Tuchuks and mounted my tarn, and, in less than an Ahn, saw the shimmering walls of Turia in the distance, and the veils of smoke rising over the city.
- (Nomads of Gor)