| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 540 | View more quotes about another">Another crossbow bolt feathered its swift way, a line of blurred light, soft, past me. |
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| 22 | 537 | Swiftly we passed one tarn, a nonfaction bird. |
| 22 | 538 | The Silver, the Red and the Blue were still ahead of me, as well as the Yellow, that of my foe Menicius, he of Port Kar. |
| 22 | 539 | Two wooden tarn heads now surmounted the high poles. |
| 22 | 540 | Another crossbow bolt feathered its swift way, a line of blurred light, soft, past me. |
| 22 | 541 | When I came to the right center rings I again encountered tarnsmen, now regrouped. |
| 22 | 542 | Again and again the Tuchuk bow fired and again and again unwilling tarnsmen felt the lightninglike kiss of the barbed steel. |
| 22 | 543 | Then the arrows, of which there had been forty, were gone. |