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| 17 | 67 | I had View more quotes about failed">failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends. |
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| 17 | 64 | There was not much conversation in the cell, for the men perhaps had little to say, and their bodies were worn with the cruel labors of the day. |
| 17 | 65 | I sat with my back against the damp wall, listening to the sounds of their sleep. |
| 17 | 66 | I was far from the Sardar Mountains, far from the Priest-Kings of Gor. |
| 17 | 67 | I had failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends. |
| 17 | 68 | There would not be a stone set upon another stone. |
| 17 | 69 | The riddle of the Priest-Kings, of their cruel, incomprehensible will, would not be solved. |
| 17 | 70 | Their secret would be kept, and I would die, sooner or later, whipped and starved, in the kennels that were the mines of Tharna. |