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| 1 | 197 | The cry of the guardsman was echoed, from View more quotes about post">post to post. |
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| 1 | 194 | The wine of power is a heady wine. |
| 1 | 195 | Men will die to clutch at a scepter. |
| 1 | 196 | They will pay anything to rule forever, for a moment. |
| 1 | 197 | The cry of the guardsman was echoed, from post to post. |
| 1 | 198 | So all was well. |
| 1 | 199 | But I, I knew, though of the scarlet caste, preferred the sky, the terrain below, mountains, the wind, the surging flight of the tarn, the exhilarating rush of air tearing at the jacket, and, of course, the recreation of the tarnsman, the loot one gathers, so pleasant, the collared, chained slave, at my feet, ready, soft, whimpering, hoping to be touched. |
| 1 | 200 | So all was well. |