| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 1156 | * * * * "Wine! View more quotes about bring">Bring me wine!" shouted the warrior. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 1153 | Ute and I stood facing one another. |
| 15 | 1154 | "Serve, Slave," said Ute. |
| 15 | 1155 | Angrily I, perfumed and rouged, belled and silked, turned and followed the other girls to the center of the camp, near the great tent of Rask of Treve, of scarlet canvas lined with scarlet silk, on its eight poles. |
| 15 | 1156 | * * * * "Wine! Bring me wine!" shouted the warrior. |
| 15 | 1157 | I, a slave girl, with a rustle of silk and slave bells, hurried to him, a master, to serve him. |
| 15 | 1158 | Kneeling, I filled his cup. |
| 15 | 1159 | The music of those of the caste of musicians was heady, like the wine. |