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

On the twentieth day following peace in Tharna the fate of the silver masks was determined. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #50)
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26 50 On the twentieth day View more quotes about following">following peace in Tharna the fate of the silver masks was determined.

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

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26 47 I had thought this pointless, and perhaps dangerous, but Kron had said simply, "Let those who fear to walk the high bridges not walk the high bridges".
26 48 One might also mention that the men of Tharna have formed the custom of wearing in the belt of their tunic two yellow cords, each about eighteen inches in length.
26 49 By this sign alone men of other cities can now recognize a man of Tharna.
26 50 On the twentieth day following peace in Tharna the fate of the silver masks was determined.
26 51 They were herded, roped throat to throat, unveiled, wrists bound behind their backs, in long lines to the arena of the Amusements of Tharna.
26 52 There they would hear the judgment of Lara, their Tatrix.
26 53 They knelt before her—once proud silver masks, now terrified and helpless captives—on the same sparkling sand that had so often been stained with the blood of the men of Tharna.
I had thought this pointless, and perhaps dangerous, but Kron had said simply, "Let those who fear to walk the high bridges not walk the high bridges". One might also mention that the men of Tharna have formed the custom of wearing in the belt of their tunic two yellow cords, each about eighteen inches in length. By this sign alone men of other cities can now recognize a man of Tharna. On the twentieth day following peace in Tharna the fate of the silver masks was determined. They were herded, roped throat to throat, unveiled, wrists bound behind their backs, in long lines to the arena of the Amusements of Tharna. There they would hear the judgment of Lara, their Tatrix. They knelt before her—once proud silver masks, now terrified and helpless captives—on the same sparkling sand that had so often been stained with the blood of the men of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor)