| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 39 | 431 | "La kajiral " she cries. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 39 | 428 | View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps a free woman flings herself to her knees, before the reddened sword of a helmeted enemy, ready to strike, drunk with the lust of killing and looting. |
| 39 | 429 | The blade is poised. |
| 39 | 430 | She throws back her hood and tears away her veils, and her mouth is exposed to the conqueror. |
| 39 | 431 | "La kajiral " she cries. |
| 39 | 432 | "I am a slave girl!" This formula, once spoken, is irrevocable. |
| 39 | 433 | She is then a self- pronounced slave. |
| 39 | 434 | A quick, abrupt gesture of the sword and she must disrobe, immediately, completely. |