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| 3 | 422 | To one View more quotes about side">side, struck down by another lance, mangled, trampled in the dust, was the fellow who had been facing him. |
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| 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. |
| 3 | 424 | "Sheath your sword!" called Marcus to me. |
| 3 | 425 | I did so. |