Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 875 | "Where?" shouted one of the riders. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 872 | "View more quotes about tarnsmen">Tarnsmen!" he cried. |
| 27 | 873 | "Tarnsmen!" What happened then was scarcely clear to Ellen. |
| 27 | 874 | The men, those mounted or not, those with Mirus, and those near the wagon, naturally, without much thinking of it, followed Arconious's gesture, turning, raising their eyes. |
| 27 | 875 | "Where?" shouted one of the riders. |
| 27 | 876 | But Arconious in that moment, unnoted, the others distracted, had hurled himself forward, through the midst of the riders, and laid powerful, rough hands on he who was the translator for the beast, doubtless in the belief that he was first amongst the riders. |
| 27 | 877 | And in that sudden, confused moment the startled, angry rider had been dragged from the saddle, struck half senseless, and dragged backward, stumbling, groggy, his body shielding that of Arconious, toward the wagon. |
| 27 | 878 | By the time the riders in that chaotic moment were apprised of the cry of their fellow, and turned from their brief, agitated, intent scanning of the empty sky, Arconious was four or five feet from them, backing away, moving toward the wagon. |
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"Tarnsmen!" he cried.
"Tarnsmen!" What happened then was scarcely clear to Ellen.
The men, those mounted or not, those with Mirus, and those near the wagon, naturally, without much thinking of it, followed Arconious's gesture, turning, raising their eyes.
"Where?" shouted one of the riders.
But Arconious in that moment, unnoted, the others distracted, had hurled himself forward, through the midst of the riders, and laid powerful, rough hands on he who was the translator for the beast, doubtless in the belief that he was first amongst the riders.
And in that sudden, confused moment the startled, angry rider had been dragged from the saddle, struck half senseless, and dragged backward, stumbling, groggy, his body shielding that of Arconious, toward the wagon.
By the time the riders in that chaotic moment were apprised of the cry of their fellow, and turned from their brief, agitated, intent scanning of the empty sky, Arconious was four or five feet from them, backing away, moving toward the wagon.
- (Prize of Gor)