I fished the necklace from the dust with the point of my spear and regarded it in the sun.
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It hung like a belt of light, sparkling with a spectrum of riches beyond the dreams of a hundred merchants.
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"Excellent," I admitted, handing it back to him on the tip of the spear.
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Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle.
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"But I am of the Caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these".
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The Paravaci was speechless.
"Regard the worth of those stones!" he cried.
I fished the necklace from the dust with the point of my spear and regarded it in the sun.
It hung like a belt of light, sparkling with a spectrum of riches beyond the dreams of a hundred merchants.
"Excellent," I admitted, handing it back to him on the tip of the spear.
Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle.
"But I am of the Caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these".
The Paravaci was speechless.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )