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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

Why did I not leap again to his back and once more cry "One-strap!" Why did we not try once more? I slapped his beak affectionately and, digging among his neck feathers with my fingers, scratched out some of the lice, about the size of marbles, that infest wild tarns. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #112)
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20 112 Why did I not leap View more quotes about again">again to his back and once more cry "One-strap!" Why did we not try once more? I slapped his beak affectionately and, digging among his neck feathers with my fingers, scratched out some of the lice, about the size of marbles, that infest wild tarns.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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20 109 Unwillingly the bird alighted on the grassy plains about a league from the Fair of En'Kara.
20 110 I slipped from his back.
20 111 I thought those great eyes looked at me reproachfully.
20 112 Why did I not leap again to his back and once more cry "One-strap!" Why did we not try once more? I slapped his beak affectionately and, digging among his neck feathers with my fingers, scratched out some of the lice, about the size of marbles, that infest wild tarns.
20 113 I slapped them on his long tongue.
20 114 After a moment of impatient, feather-ruffling protest, the tarn succumbed, if reluctantly, to this delicacy, and the parasites disappeared into that curved scimitar of a beak.
20 115 What had happened would have been regarded by the untrained Gorean mind, particularly that of a low-caste individual, as evidence of some supernatural force, as some magical effect of the will of the Priest-Kings.
Unwillingly the bird alighted on the grassy plains about a league from the Fair of En'Kara. I slipped from his back. I thought those great eyes looked at me reproachfully. Why did I not leap again to his back and once more cry "One-strap!" Why did we not try once more? I slapped his beak affectionately and, digging among his neck feathers with my fingers, scratched out some of the lice, about the size of marbles, that infest wild tarns. I slapped them on his long tongue. After a moment of impatient, feather-ruffling protest, the tarn succumbed, if reluctantly, to this delicacy, and the parasites disappeared into that curved scimitar of a beak. What had happened would have been regarded by the untrained Gorean mind, particularly that of a low-caste individual, as evidence of some supernatural force, as some magical effect of the will of the Priest-Kings. - (Outlaw of Gor)