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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

Indeed, perhaps he was flaunting an immunity of some sort, political or treasonous. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #366)
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 363 Perhaps Policrates, the camp commander, was unwise in the ways of war.
1 364 But rather it seemed he might know he had little or nothing to fear.
1 365 From what I had heard of him I was reasonably confident he knew what he was doing.
1 366 Indeed, perhaps he was flaunting an immunity of some sort, political or treasonous.
1 367 To be sure, the southern bank of the Vosk, because of the former extent of Ar's Margin of Desolation, long ago abandoned, is much less populous than the northern bank.
1 368 Also, of course, the Cosians were presumably moving toward either Brundisium, which had been the port of entry of their invasion fleet, or south to join Myron in the vicinity of Torcadino, where Dietrich of Tarnburg, the mercenary, lay at bay, like a larl in his den.
1 369 There had been no attempt, at least as yet, for the fine forces of Ar, in all their power, to cut them off, to pin them against the Vosk, or meet them in battle.
Perhaps Policrates, the camp commander, was unwise in the ways of war. But rather it seemed he might know he had little or nothing to fear. From what I had heard of him I was reasonably confident he knew what he was doing. Indeed, perhaps he was flaunting an immunity of some sort, political or treasonous. To be sure, the southern bank of the Vosk, because of the former extent of Ar's Margin of Desolation, long ago abandoned, is much less populous than the northern bank. Also, of course, the Cosians were presumably moving toward either Brundisium, which had been the port of entry of their invasion fleet, or south to join Myron in the vicinity of Torcadino, where Dietrich of Tarnburg, the mercenary, lay at bay, like a larl in his den. There had been no attempt, at least as yet, for the fine forces of Ar, in all their power, to cut them off, to pin them against the Vosk, or meet them in battle. - (Vagabonds of Gor)