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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

What then, I asked myself, was the nature of this camp? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #643)
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4 643 What then, I View more quotes about asked">asked myself, was the nature of this camp? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 640 I inferred then that I found myself slave in a camp of soldiers of some city or country.
4 641 The camp, however, situated as it was, did not seem an outpost or guard camp; it did not command terrain; it was not fortified; it was too small for a training camp or a wintering camp; too, because of its size, so small, it did not seem a likely war camp; sixteen men quartered here, with two girls as slaves; here there were no armies, no divisions or regiments.
4 642 There was nothing here with which to consummate war, to repel or launch invasions, or meet in wide-spread combat on great fields.
4 643 What then, I asked myself, was the nature of this camp? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him.
4 644 I took the cup and filled it.
4 645 His tunic, too, I noted, was stained with the dust of the camp.
4 646 I looked at him, angrily over the brim of the cup.
I inferred then that I found myself slave in a camp of soldiers of some city or country. The camp, however, situated as it was, did not seem an outpost or guard camp; it did not command terrain; it was not fortified; it was too small for a training camp or a wintering camp; too, because of its size, so small, it did not seem a likely war camp; sixteen men quartered here, with two girls as slaves; here there were no armies, no divisions or regiments. There was nothing here with which to consummate war, to repel or launch invasions, or meet in wide-spread combat on great fields. What then, I asked myself, was the nature of this camp? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him. I took the cup and filled it. His tunic, too, I noted, was stained with the dust of the camp. I looked at him, angrily over the brim of the cup. - (Slave Girl of Gor)