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

In the room there were four persons. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #155)
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26 155 In the room there were four persons.

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

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26 152 View more quotes about kamchak">Kamchak, with his boot, broke the spear shafts and we moved between them.
26 153 At last we emerged into a large audience room, with a domed ceiling, heavily carpeted and hung with tapestries.
26 154 I recognized it immediately, for it was the room in which Harold and I had been brought prisoner before Saphrar of Turia.
26 155 In the room there were four persons.
26 156 Sitting in the place of honor, cross-legged, calm, on the merchant's cushions, on his personal dais, applying a bit of oil to the blade of his sword, sat the lean, scarred Ha-Keel, once of Ar, now a mercenary tarnsman of squalid, malignant Port Kar.
26 157 On the floor below the dais were Saphrar of Turia, frantic, clutching the purple-wrapped object, and the Paravaci, he who still wore the hood of the Clan of Torturers, he who would have been my assassin, he who had been with Saphrar of Turia when I had entered the Yellow Pool of Turia.
26 158 I heard Harold cry out with delight at the sight of the fellow, and the man turned to face us, a quiva in his hand.
Kamchak, with his boot, broke the spear shafts and we moved between them. At last we emerged into a large audience room, with a domed ceiling, heavily carpeted and hung with tapestries. I recognized it immediately, for it was the room in which Harold and I had been brought prisoner before Saphrar of Turia. In the room there were four persons. Sitting in the place of honor, cross-legged, calm, on the merchant's cushions, on his personal dais, applying a bit of oil to the blade of his sword, sat the lean, scarred Ha-Keel, once of Ar, now a mercenary tarnsman of squalid, malignant Port Kar. On the floor below the dais were Saphrar of Turia, frantic, clutching the purple-wrapped object, and the Paravaci, he who still wore the hood of the Clan of Torturers, he who would have been my assassin, he who had been with Saphrar of Turia when I had entered the Yellow Pool of Turia. I heard Harold cry out with delight at the sight of the fellow, and the man turned to face us, a quiva in his hand. - (Nomads of Gor)