Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 3 | It had been a supposition of my keeper that I View more quotes about might">might, somehow, be able to communicate, perhaps by glances or such, with rencers. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 14 | 336 | The rencers had gone, at least for the time. |
| 15 | 1 | We Continue Westward Again I struggled westward in the marsh, gagged, my hands manacled before me, tied at my waist, my body pulling against the harness. |
| 15 | 2 | Too, I was now hooded. |
| 15 | 3 | It had been a supposition of my keeper that I might, somehow, be able to communicate, perhaps by glances or such, with rencers. |
| 15 | 4 | Perhaps, too, they now desired to conceal from me the wretchedness of their state. |
| 15 | 5 | So I struggled ahead, closed in the hood, manacled, harnessed, drawing the weighty raft through the marsh, through the rence, through the mud, now with several men upon it, some wounded and sick, little more, if anything, than a beast of burden, a despised beast subject to the frequent blows, the lashings, of an impatient, hostile master. |
| 15 | 6 | It was now four days after the incident of the drive of the tharlarion. |
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The rencers had gone, at least for the time.
We Continue Westward Again I struggled westward in the marsh, gagged, my hands manacled before me, tied at my waist, my body pulling against the harness.
Too, I was now hooded.
It had been a supposition of my keeper that I might, somehow, be able to communicate, perhaps by glances or such, with rencers.
Perhaps, too, they now desired to conceal from me the wretchedness of their state.
So I struggled ahead, closed in the hood, manacled, harnessed, drawing the weighty raft through the marsh, through the rence, through the mud, now with several men upon it, some wounded and sick, little more, if anything, than a beast of burden, a despised beast subject to the frequent blows, the lashings, of an impatient, hostile master.
It was now four days after the incident of the drive of the tharlarion.
- (Vagabonds of Gor)