Results Details

"Farewell, Tarl of Ko-ro-ba," she said. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #143)

The body of Dorna the Proud recoiled as if struck by five blows. Her silver-gloved hands clenched in fury upon the one-strap and beneath those shimmering gauntlets I knew the knuckles, drained of blood, were white with rage. She looked once more at the rebels and soldiers and guardsmen and Lara with a loathing I could sense behind the impassive mask, and then that metal image turned once more upon me. "Farewell, Tarl of Ko-ro-ba," she said. "Do not forget Dorna the Proud, for we have an account to settle!" The hands in their gloves of silver jerked back savagely on the one-strap and the wings of the tarn burst into flight. The carrying basket remained a moment on the roof and then, attached by its long ropes, interwoven with wire, it slid for a pace or two and lurched upward in the wake of the tarn. I watched the basket swinging below the bird as it winged its way from the city. - (Outlaw of Gor)