| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 247 | "But of your own View more quotes about free">free will you would be unlikely to enter upon the furs?" asked Ivar. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 244 | There was silence. |
| 9 | 245 | "What," asked Ivar Forkbeard of Hilda, "if I should order you to the furs?" "I would obey you immediately," she said. |
| 9 | 246 | "I have felt the whip," she explained. |
| 9 | 247 | "But of your own free will you would be unlikely to enter upon the furs?" asked Ivar. |
| 9 | 248 | "Of course not," she said. |
| 9 | 249 | Gorm, who had now disentangled himself from Pouting Lips, joined the circle about the table, where we sat, others standing. |
| 9 | 250 | She was behind him, combing her hair with a comb of horn. |