Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 28 | 66 | "We View more quotes about tuchuks">Tuchuks know of many things," he said, "—of more than we tell". |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 28 | 63 | "You know of Earth?" I asked. |
| 28 | 64 | I recalled what I took to be the skepticism of Kamchak and Kutaituchik long ago when they had questioned myself and Elizabeth Cardwell of such matters. |
| 28 | 65 | Kamchak smiled. |
| 28 | 66 | "We Tuchuks know of many things," he said, "—of more than we tell". |
| 28 | 67 | He grinned. |
| 28 | 68 | "Good fortune attend you, Tarl Cabot, Commander of a Thousand Tuchuks, Warrior of Ko-ro-ba!" I lifted my hand to them and then drew on the one-strap and the wings of the great tarn began to strike the resistant air and the Tuchuks on all sides fell back stumbling in the dust and the driven wind smote from beneath the mighty wings of the bird and in that instant we saw the wagons fall away beneath us, extending in their squares for pasangs, and we could see the ribbon of the creek and then the Omen Valley and then the spires of distant Turia, far off. |
| 28 | 69 | Elizabeth Cardwell was weeping, and I put my arms about her, to comfort her, and to protect her from the blasts of the swift air. |
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"You know of Earth?" I asked.
I recalled what I took to be the skepticism of Kamchak and Kutaituchik long ago when they had questioned myself and Elizabeth Cardwell of such matters.
Kamchak smiled.
"We Tuchuks know of many things," he said, "—of more than we tell".
He grinned.
"Good fortune attend you, Tarl Cabot, Commander of a Thousand Tuchuks, Warrior of Ko-ro-ba!" I lifted my hand to them and then drew on the one-strap and the wings of the great tarn began to strike the resistant air and the Tuchuks on all sides fell back stumbling in the dust and the driven wind smote from beneath the mighty wings of the bird and in that instant we saw the wagons fall away beneath us, extending in their squares for pasangs, and we could see the ribbon of the creek and then the Omen Valley and then the spires of distant Turia, far off.
Elizabeth Cardwell was weeping, and I put my arms about her, to comfort her, and to protect her from the blasts of the swift air.
- (Nomads of Gor)