Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 9 | 197 | Pudding and Gunnhild knelt on the View more quotes about bench">bench, snuggling against him, one on either side. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 9 | 194 | Pretty Ankles hurried past, carrying a great trencher of roast meat on her small shoulder. |
| 9 | 195 | "Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, from across from me. |
| 9 | 196 | "Mead!" He held out the great, curved horn, with its rim of filigreed gold. |
| 9 | 197 | Pudding and Gunnhild knelt on the bench, snuggling against him, one on either side. |
| 9 | 198 | But they did not run to fetch his mead. |
| 9 | 199 | That duty, this night, befell another. |
| 9 | 200 | Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, as stripped as any bondmaid, from a large bronze vessel, poured mead for the Forkbeard. |
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Pretty Ankles hurried past, carrying a great trencher of roast meat on her small shoulder.
"Mead!" called Ivar Forkbeard, from across from me.
"Mead!" He held out the great, curved horn, with its rim of filigreed gold.
Pudding and Gunnhild knelt on the bench, snuggling against him, one on either side.
But they did not run to fetch his mead.
That duty, this night, befell another.
Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, as stripped as any bondmaid, from a large bronze vessel, poured mead for the Forkbeard.
- (Marauders of Gor)