| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 12 | 213 | There was, View more quotes about deep">deep in the sand, the impression of a keel, leading to the water. |
| 12 | 214 | My men, the slaves, the Tesephone, were gone. |
| 12 | 215 | I clenched my fist, and put my forehead to the green branch behind which I stood. |
| 13 | 1 | I Re-Enter the Forest I unclenched my fist. |
| 13 | 2 | I lifted my head from the branch, against which I had placed it. |
| 13 | 3 | I, Bosk of Port Kar, was not pleased. |
| 13 | 4 | * * * * Doubtless there would be some men of Tyros about, waiting for anyone who might return to the camp. |