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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Masters!" I cried, pointing. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #41)
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33 41 "View more quotes about masters">Masters!" I cried, pointing.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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33 38 I supposed it was unlikely that large quantities of gold or silver, for obtaining goods, would be carried in the wagons, as such an indiscretion, difficult to conceal, would be likely to attract the attention not only of outlaw bands but of some of the less savory "free companies," assemblages of mercenaries, usually under a captain, who fought for fee, whose services were usually available to the highest bidder.
33 39 Sometimes sides were changed in the midst of a single war.
33 40 Who knew what clandestine gold might now have found its home in a new purse? Might the fellow beside you suddenly turn on you? Accordingly, much of the financing involved in such matters would doubtless be accomplished by means of drafts, notes, letters, and such, things mysterious, even unreal, to many Goreans, but familiar to the Merchants of the coin streets, pieces of paper which, like birds of the air, might only occasionally light upon a silver branch or rock of gold.
33 41 "Masters!" I cried, pointing.
33 42 The two guards came to my side, shading their eyes.
33 43 "What is it?" I asked.
33 44 "It is a big one," said the first guard.
I supposed it was unlikely that large quantities of gold or silver, for obtaining goods, would be carried in the wagons, as such an indiscretion, difficult to conceal, would be likely to attract the attention not only of outlaw bands but of some of the less savory "free companies," assemblages of mercenaries, usually under a captain, who fought for fee, whose services were usually available to the highest bidder. Sometimes sides were changed in the midst of a single war. Who knew what clandestine gold might now have found its home in a new purse? Might the fellow beside you suddenly turn on you? Accordingly, much of the financing involved in such matters would doubtless be accomplished by means of drafts, notes, letters, and such, things mysterious, even unreal, to many Goreans, but familiar to the Merchants of the coin streets, pieces of paper which, like birds of the air, might only occasionally light upon a silver branch or rock of gold. "Masters!" I cried, pointing. The two guards came to my side, shading their eyes. "What is it?" I asked. "It is a big one," said the first guard. - (Conspirators of Gor)