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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

He asked no more if he should kill me, but rose to his feet and walked away, under the snapping wing of one of the tarns, and waved farewell. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #132)
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14 132 He View more quotes about asked">asked no more if he should kill me, but rose to his feet and walked away, under the snapping wing of one of the tarns, and waved farewell.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
14 129 I could sense him smiling in the darkness.
14 130 "I myself, as one of the Afflicted, learned it from Mintar, of the Merchant Caste.
14 131 Merchants must keep their friends on both sides of the fence, for who knows if Marlenus may not once more sit upon the throne of Ar?" I must have uttered a sound of joy, for Marlenus quickly placed his hand over my mouth.
14 132 He asked no more if he should kill me, but rose to his feet and walked away, under the snapping wing of one of the tarns, and waved farewell.
14 133 "Good-bye, Warrior," he called.
14 134 With a sickening lurch and sharp jolt of pain the two tarnsmen brought their birds into the air.
14 135 For a moment I swung between the birds, and then, perhaps a hundred feet in the air, the tarnsmen, at a prearranged signal—a sharp blast of a tarn whistle from the ground—turned their birds in opposite directions.
I could sense him smiling in the darkness. "I myself, as one of the Afflicted, learned it from Mintar, of the Merchant Caste. Merchants must keep their friends on both sides of the fence, for who knows if Marlenus may not once more sit upon the throne of Ar?" I must have uttered a sound of joy, for Marlenus quickly placed his hand over my mouth. He asked no more if he should kill me, but rose to his feet and walked away, under the snapping wing of one of the tarns, and waved farewell. "Good-bye, Warrior," he called. With a sickening lurch and sharp jolt of pain the two tarnsmen brought their birds into the air. For a moment I swung between the birds, and then, perhaps a hundred feet in the air, the tarnsmen, at a prearranged signal—a sharp blast of a tarn whistle from the ground—turned their birds in opposite directions. - (Tarnsman of Gor)