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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

But it was my old sword, the fine, familiar steel, remembered even from the siege of Ar, many years before, that I dropped into the scabbard. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #5)
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24 5 But it was my old View more quotes about sword">sword, the fine, familiar steel, remembered even from the siege of Ar, many years before, that I dropped into the scabbard.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 2 It was fresh and clean, bright scarlet, pressed with hot, round irons warmed over fires.
24 3 I buckled about my waist the belt and scabbard.
24 4 They were of new leather, black and shining, with embossings of brass.
24 5 But it was my old sword, the fine, familiar steel, remembered even from the siege of Ar, many years before, that I dropped into the scabbard.
24 6 Sitting on the edge of the stone couch I bent down to tie my sandals.
24 7 Hup was sitting cross-legged on a chest across the room, his chin in his hands.
24 8 There was much sun in the room.
It was fresh and clean, bright scarlet, pressed with hot, round irons warmed over fires. I buckled about my waist the belt and scabbard. They were of new leather, black and shining, with embossings of brass. But it was my old sword, the fine, familiar steel, remembered even from the siege of Ar, many years before, that I dropped into the scabbard. Sitting on the edge of the stone couch I bent down to tie my sandals. Hup was sitting cross-legged on a chest across the room, his chin in his hands. There was much sun in the room. - (Assassin of Gor)