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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

Yes, they were different weapons from those with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar, but she suspected that here, on this world, he would learn them, such weapons, and perhaps master them. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #332)
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28 332 Yes, they were View more quotes about different">different weapons from those with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar, but she suspected that here, on this world, he would learn them, such weapons, and perhaps master them.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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28 329 On this device, too, were placed the shared supplies and the weaponry.
28 330 How different, thought the slave, the dagger, the sword, the spear, from the weapons with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar.
28 331 They were weapons such that with them man might meet man, weapons requiring closure, and risk, weapons requiring skill and courage, not engineer's weapons, not weapons with which the pretentious, petty, effete and craven might effortlessly outmatch and overcome the might of heroes, surpass and vanquish brave and mighty men from whom in the order of a hardy nature they must shrink and hide.
28 332 Yes, they were different weapons from those with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar, but she suspected that here, on this world, he would learn them, such weapons, and perhaps master them.
28 333 "Mirus, my friend," said Portus Canio.
28 334 "Yes?" said Mirus.
28 335 "When Bosk of Port Kar was in the camp we spoke briefly, apart, and he gave me something.
On this device, too, were placed the shared supplies and the weaponry. How different, thought the slave, the dagger, the sword, the spear, from the weapons with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar. They were weapons such that with them man might meet man, weapons requiring closure, and risk, weapons requiring skill and courage, not engineer's weapons, not weapons with which the pretentious, petty, effete and craven might effortlessly outmatch and overcome the might of heroes, surpass and vanquish brave and mighty men from whom in the order of a hardy nature they must shrink and hide. Yes, they were different weapons from those with which Mirus had been hitherto familiar, but she suspected that here, on this world, he would learn them, such weapons, and perhaps master them. "Mirus, my friend," said Portus Canio. "Yes?" said Mirus. "When Bosk of Port Kar was in the camp we spoke briefly, apart, and he gave me something. - (Prize of Gor)