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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

He fastened himself in the saddle with a broad purple strap. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #272)
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3 272 He fastened View more quotes about himself">himself in the saddle with a broad purple strap.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 269 The tarn is one of the two most common mounts of a Gorean warrior; the other is the high tharlarion, a species of saddle-lizard, used mostly by clans who have never mastered tarns.
3 270 No one in the City of Cylinders, as far as I knew, maintained tharlarions, though they were supposedly quite common on Gor, particularly in the lower areas—in swampland and on the deserts.
3 271 The Older Tarl had mounted his tarn, climbing up the five-rung leather mounting ladder which hangs on the left side of the saddle and is pulled up in flight.
3 272 He fastened himself in the saddle with a broad purple strap.
3 273 He tossed me a small object which nearly fell from my fumbling hands.
3 274 It was a tarn whistle, with its own note, which would summon one tarn, and one tarn only, the mount which was intended for me.
3 275 Never since the panic of the disoriented compass back in the mountains of New Hampshire had I been so frightened, but this time I refused to allow my fear the fatal inch it required.
The tarn is one of the two most common mounts of a Gorean warrior; the other is the high tharlarion, a species of saddle-lizard, used mostly by clans who have never mastered tarns. No one in the City of Cylinders, as far as I knew, maintained tharlarions, though they were supposedly quite common on Gor, particularly in the lower areas—in swampland and on the deserts. The Older Tarl had mounted his tarn, climbing up the five-rung leather mounting ladder which hangs on the left side of the saddle and is pulled up in flight. He fastened himself in the saddle with a broad purple strap. He tossed me a small object which nearly fell from my fumbling hands. It was a tarn whistle, with its own note, which would summon one tarn, and one tarn only, the mount which was intended for me. Never since the panic of the disoriented compass back in the mountains of New Hampshire had I been so frightened, but this time I refused to allow my fear the fatal inch it required. - (Tarnsman of Gor)