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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

There was sharp fighting in the thicket. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #83)
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7 83 There was sharp View more quotes about fighting">fighting in the thicket.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 80 Others he commanded to cut loose the great bosk that pulled the wagons, and drive them, too, into the brush and trees.
7 81 Then, but moments before the tarnsmen struck, Targo, with his men driving the girls and the bosk, fled into the thicket.
7 82 The tarnsmen alighted and ransacked the wagons, setting fire to them.
7 83 There was sharp fighting in the thicket.
7 84 Targo must have lost some eleven men, and some twenty of his girls were taken by the tarnsmen, but, after a bit, the tarnsmen withdrew.
7 85 Tarnsmen, riders of the great tarns, called Brothers of the Wind, are masters of the open sky, fierce warriors whose battleground is the clouds and sky; they are not forest people; they do not care to stalk and hunt where, from the darkness of trees, from a canopy of foliage, they may meet suddenly, unexpectedly, a quarrel from the crossbow of an invisible assailant.
7 86 Rask withdrew his men and, in moments, the captured girls bound across their saddles, and many of the other goods of Targo thrust into their packs, they took flight.
Others he commanded to cut loose the great bosk that pulled the wagons, and drive them, too, into the brush and trees. Then, but moments before the tarnsmen struck, Targo, with his men driving the girls and the bosk, fled into the thicket. The tarnsmen alighted and ransacked the wagons, setting fire to them. There was sharp fighting in the thicket. Targo must have lost some eleven men, and some twenty of his girls were taken by the tarnsmen, but, after a bit, the tarnsmen withdrew. Tarnsmen, riders of the great tarns, called Brothers of the Wind, are masters of the open sky, fierce warriors whose battleground is the clouds and sky; they are not forest people; they do not care to stalk and hunt where, from the darkness of trees, from a canopy of foliage, they may meet suddenly, unexpectedly, a quarrel from the crossbow of an invisible assailant. Rask withdrew his men and, in moments, the captured girls bound across their saddles, and many of the other goods of Targo thrust into their packs, they took flight. - (Captive of Gor)