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| 13 | 73 | "Let them View more quotes about begin">begin!" We were thrown on our feet again, and, to my horror, our yokes were fitted with steel horns, eighteen inches in length and pointed like nails. |
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| 13 | 70 | "The Battles of Oxen," cried one of the silver masks, and her cry was taken up by ten and then a hundred others. |
| 13 | 71 | Soon the stands themselves seemed to ring with the cry. |
| 13 | 72 | "The Battles of Oxen," cried the women of Tharna. |
| 13 | 73 | "Let them begin!" We were thrown on our feet again, and, to my horror, our yokes were fitted with steel horns, eighteen inches in length and pointed like nails. |
| 13 | 74 | Andreas, as his yoke was similarly garnished with the deadly projections, spoke to me. |
| 13 | 75 | "This may be farewell, Warrior," said he. |
| 13 | 76 | "I hope only that we are not matched". |