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| 31 | 588 | "View more quotes about glory">Glory to the black caste!" said the black-tunicked men. |
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| 31 | 585 | The chains were tight, straight from the wall. |
| 31 | 586 | The peasant seemed like a crazed animal, gigantic, leaning forward, straining, bulging with muscle and hate. |
| 31 | 587 | "Glory to the black caste," said the leader of the strangers. |
| 31 | 588 | "Glory to the black caste!" said the black-tunicked men. |
| 31 | 589 | The hand of the leader of the black-tunicked men lifted a bit more. |
| 31 | 590 | His lips parted, to utter the signal that would unleash the quarrels. |
| 31 | 591 | "Aargh!" cried one of the bowmen reeling back, his face a mass of blood within the helmet, the quarrel slashing into the wall to the right of the prisoner, gouging the wall, showering sparks and the other, too, was buffeted to the side by his fellow, his own quarrel spitting, too, to the side, to the peasant's right, striking the wall, bursting stone from it like a hammer, flashing sparks in the cell, then turning end over end, sideways, eccentrically, to our left. |