Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 420 | "View more quotes about greetings">Greetings, men of Ar!" said Marcus, lifting his hand. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 417 | It was only when the ground had shaken near me, and I had spun half about, almost buffeted by a saddle tharlarion, and saw the running mercenary caught between the shoulder blades with the point of the lance, thrown then to the dust, rolling and bloody, and saw the tharlarion trampling the body, then turning about in a swirl of dust, the rider lifting the blood-stained lance, that I registered the voice I heard. |
| 3 | 418 | "Tarsk!" it had said. |
| 3 | 419 | That is a command used often in tarsk hunting, a signal to ride the animal down, plunging your lance into its back or side. |
| 3 | 420 | "Greetings, men of Ar!" said Marcus, lifting his hand. |
| 3 | 421 | He had sheathed his sword. |
| 3 | 422 | To one side, struck down by another lance, mangled, trampled in the dust, was the fellow who had been facing him. |
| 3 | 423 | One could scarcely make out the blue of the identificatory scarf, tied high on the left arm, with the blood, the dust. |
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It was only when the ground had shaken near me, and I had spun half about, almost buffeted by a saddle tharlarion, and saw the running mercenary caught between the shoulder blades with the point of the lance, thrown then to the dust, rolling and bloody, and saw the tharlarion trampling the body, then turning about in a swirl of dust, the rider lifting the blood-stained lance, that I registered the voice I heard.
"Tarsk!" it had said.
That is a command used often in tarsk hunting, a signal to ride the animal down, plunging your lance into its back or side.
"Greetings, men of Ar!" said Marcus, lifting his hand.
He had sheathed his sword.
To one side, struck down by another lance, mangled, trampled in the dust, was the fellow who had been facing him.
One could scarcely make out the blue of the identificatory scarf, tied high on the left arm, with the blood, the dust.
- (Vagabonds of Gor)