| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 1768 | Bran Loort was not unskilled, and he was View more quotes about young">young and strong, but no match was he for the grim and mighty Thurnus, caste leader of Tabuk's Ford, my master. |
| 9 | 1769 | As well might a young larl with spotted coat be matched against a giant, tawny claw Ubar of the Voltai. |
| 9 | 1770 | At last, bloodied and beaten, Bran Loort lay helpless at the feet of Thurnus, caste leader of the village of Tabuk's Ford. |
| 9 | 1771 | He looked up, glazed-eyed. |
| 9 | 1772 | Some five of his cohorts, two of whom had recovered consciousness, seizing their staves, edged nearer. |
| 9 | 1773 | "Beat him!" cried Bran Loort, pointing out Thurnus. |
| 9 | 1774 | There was a cry of anger from the onlookers. |