Over his left shoulder hung a bulging sack filled with what must have been the paraphernalia of his hut.
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He circled me, widely.
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"Beware," he said, "I carry a Home Stone".
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I stood back and made no move to draw my weapon.
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Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage.
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One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone.
Her man, carrying a mattock, was not far behind.
Over his left shoulder hung a bulging sack filled with what must have been the paraphernalia of his hut.
He circled me, widely.
"Beware," he said, "I carry a Home Stone".
I stood back and made no move to draw my weapon.
Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage.
One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )