"What more do you know of this plot against the throne?" asked Lara of the sniveling Ost.
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"Nothing, Beloved Tatrix," he whimpered.
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"Very well," said Lara, and turned the glittering mask to the guardsman who had hurled the yoked Ost to her feet, "take him to the Chamber of the Urts".
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"No, no, no!" whimpered Ost.
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"I know more, more!" The silver-masked women leaned forward in their chairs.
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Only the Tatrix herself and Dorna the Proud sat straight.
Thorn kicked him to silence him.
"What more do you know of this plot against the throne?" asked Lara of the sniveling Ost.
"Nothing, Beloved Tatrix," he whimpered.
"Very well," said Lara, and turned the glittering mask to the guardsman who had hurled the yoked Ost to her feet, "take him to the Chamber of the Urts".
"No, no, no!" whimpered Ost.
"I know more, more!" The silver-masked women leaned forward in their chairs.
Only the Tatrix herself and Dorna the Proud sat straight.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )