Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 29 | 8 | How old the View more quotes about road">road might be she had no idea, but she could see ruts worn in the stone, presumably by the continuing passage of carts and wagons, season in and season out, decade in and decade out. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 29 | 5 | She knew that these went down to a depth of several feet. |
| 29 | 6 | In making such a road, a great trench is dug, and then the stones are laid, wall-like, within the trench. |
| 29 | 7 | The road is, in effect, a sunken wall, and such a road will last for hundreds, even thousands, of years, with little repair. |
| 29 | 8 | How old the road might be she had no idea, but she could see ruts worn in the stone, presumably by the continuing passage of carts and wagons, season in and season out, decade in and decade out. |
| 29 | 9 | She stepped back a little, as a caravan was passing, and there was a ringing of the bells on a kaiila harness. |
| 29 | 10 | Guards flanked the caravan, and regarded her idly, appraisingly, as they rode past, conjecturing, as she wore a collar, her lineaments. |
| 29 | 11 | She stood straighter, but did not dare smile, for fear one of the riders might, on an impulse, loosening his rope, spur toward her and in a moment, as she fled, have his cast, tightening loop upon her. |
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She knew that these went down to a depth of several feet.
In making such a road, a great trench is dug, and then the stones are laid, wall-like, within the trench.
The road is, in effect, a sunken wall, and such a road will last for hundreds, even thousands, of years, with little repair.
How old the road might be she had no idea, but she could see ruts worn in the stone, presumably by the continuing passage of carts and wagons, season in and season out, decade in and decade out.
She stepped back a little, as a caravan was passing, and there was a ringing of the bells on a kaiila harness.
Guards flanked the caravan, and regarded her idly, appraisingly, as they rode past, conjecturing, as she wore a collar, her lineaments.
She stood straighter, but did not dare smile, for fear one of the riders might, on an impulse, loosening his rope, spur toward her and in a moment, as she fled, have his cast, tightening loop upon her.
- (Prize of Gor)