| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 5 | 113 | "View more quotes about whose">Whose slave am I?" I cried. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 5 | 110 | "Am I your slave?" I asked. |
| 5 | 111 | "Perhaps you are mine," whispered the tall, blond girl, gray-eyed, in my ear. |
| 5 | 112 | She pressed a coil of marsh vine against my left arm. |
| 5 | 113 | "Whose slave am I?" I cried. |
| 5 | 114 | The girls gathered about, each one to touch me, to caress me as might a mistress, to whisper in my ear that it might be she to whom I belonged, she whom I must now serve as slave. |
| 5 | 115 | "Whose slave am I?" I cried, in agony. |
| 5 | 116 | "You will find out," said Telima, "at the feast, then, at the height of festival". |