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| 15 | 74 | He View more quotes about came">came through the opening, dropped his helmet on the sleeping mat, and began to unsling his sword. |
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| 15 | 71 | For what seemed an interminable hour, I waited in the dark interior of the tent. |
| 15 | 72 | At last the weary figure of Kazrak, helmet in hand, bent down to enter the tent. |
| 15 | 73 | I waited, not speaking, in the shadows. |
| 15 | 74 | He came through the opening, dropped his helmet on the sleeping mat, and began to unsling his sword. |
| 15 | 75 | Still I would not speak, not while he controlled a weapon; unfortunately, the first thing a Gorean warrior is likely to do to the stranger in his tent is kill him, the second is to find out who he is. |
| 15 | 76 | I saw the spark of Kazrak's fire-maker, and I felt the flush of friendship as I saw his features briefly outlined in the glow. |
| 15 | 77 | He lit the small hanging tent lamp, a wick set in a copper bowl of tharlarion oil, and in its flickering light turned to the sleeping mat. |