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| 42 | 198 | Then we were View more quotes about making">making our way through the outer vestibule, threading our way amongst standing men, some still with bared weapons. |
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| 42 | 195 | I gathered that Vas of Anango had not wished to risk killing me in the press of the celebrants. |
| 42 | 196 | The sound of the bells on my left ankle, if heard, was ignored. |
| 42 | 197 | It was only that of another belled slave. |
| 42 | 198 | Then we were making our way through the outer vestibule, threading our way amongst standing men, some still with bared weapons. |
| 42 | 199 | We stepped about fallen bodies, those of red-scarfed intruders and those, doubtless, of men of Port Kar. |
| 42 | 200 | Blood, here and there, now brownish red and sticky, was drying on the tiles. |
| 42 | 201 | Living intruders, on their bellies, hands behind them, were being fitted with chains. |