| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 4 | 540 | "Disgusting! Disgusting!" View more quotes about cried">cried the free woman, Boabissia, in her leather and furs, having returned to the fire, and she rushed forward, a stout, thick, short, supple, single-bladed quirtlike whip in her hand. |
| 4 | 541 | She began to lash Feiqa, who fell to her knees, howling with misery, a whipped slave. |
| 4 | 542 | "We do not allow such as you in an Alar camp!" cried the free woman. |
| 4 | 543 | Feiqa put her head down. |
| 4 | 544 | Again the lash fell on her. |
| 4 | 545 | I leaped to the free woman and tore the whip from her hand, hurling it angrily to the side. |
| 4 | 546 | She looked at me, wildly, in fury, not believing I had dared to interfere. |