Quicksand in Gor

[glorfindel01]

this Christmas I have been given several books of the chronicles of gor, in the first book I found a small fragment of quicksand, so I searched the internet for a pdf to indicate it and here it is in spanish a fragment:

dejé de ver a mi grotesca amiga.
—Vamos —le dije a la muchacha— y enfilé hacia los campos de Sa-Tarna. La hija del
Ubar me seguía a algunos metros de distancia.
Nos habíamos abierto canino a través del pantano a lo largo de unos veinte metros,
cuando de repente la muchacha lanzó un grito. Me di la vuelta. Se había hundido hasta
las caderas en el agua salobre ¡en un pozo de arena movediza! Gritaba histéricamente.
Traté de acercarme cuidadosamente, mas el suelo comenzaba a ceder bajo mis pies.
Intenté alcanzarla con el cinto de la espada, pero era demasiado corto. El aguijón de tarn,
que se encontraba en el cinto, cayó al agua y desapareció.
La muchacha se hundía cada vez más profundamente en el agua, y pronto sólo se le
vieron la cabeza y los hombros. Gritaba desaforadamente; frente a esa muerte terrible
había perdido todo control sobre sí misma. —¡No te muevas! —le grité. Pero ella se
contraía histéricamente, como un animal enloquecido. —¡El velo! —exclamé—. ¡Suéltalo!
¡Tíramelo! Sus dedos trataron de tirar del velo, pero en su estado de pánico no logró
quitárselo a tiempo. El barro llegó a cubrir sus ojos desencajados y su cabeza
desapareció en el agua verdosa, mientras sus manos se agitaban con desesperación en
el aire.
Apresuradamente miré a mi alrededor y distinguí un tronco medio sumergido. Sin
preocuparme por los eventuales peligros, corrí hacia él y tiré con todas mis fuerzas.
Probablemente fueron sólo unos segundos, pero a mí me pareció que pasaron horas
hasta que el tronco cedió y pude sacarlo del barro. Lo empujé rápidamente hasta el lugar
en que había desaparecido la hija del Ubar. Me aferré al tronco; bogué por el agua poco
profunda por encima de las arenas movedizas, palpando con mi mano una y otra vez el
líquido verdoso.
Por fin mis dedos tocaron algo —la muñeca de la joven— y lentamente fui sacándola
de la arena. Sentí una profunda alegría cuando escuché sus quejidos, cuando sus
pulmones aspiraron el aire húmedo, vivificante. Aparté el tronco, levanté a la muchacha y
la llevé hasta una lengua de tierra firme cubierta de pasto, al borde del pantano.
La coloqué sobre la hierba. A unos cien metros comenzaba un campo amarillo de SaTarna
y un monte colorido de árboles de Ka-la-na. Agotado, me senté junto a la joven y
sonreí para mis adentros. La orgullosa hija del Ubar con sus vestimentas de fiesta
apestaba a pantano y sudor.

[BogDog]

Via Google Translate (imperfect process):


I stopped seeing my grotesque friend.
"Come on," I said to the girl, "and headed for the fields of Sa-Tarna. The daughter of
Ubar followed me a few meters away.

We had opened canine across the marsh for about twenty meters,
when suddenly the girl screamed. I turned around. It had sunk up
your hips in brackish water in a pit of quicksand! I was screaming hysterically.
I tried to approach carefully, but the ground began to give way under my feet.
I tried to reach her with the sword belt, but it was too short. The sting of tarn,
who was in his belt, fell into the water and disappeared.

The girl sank deeper and deeper into the water, and soon she was only
They saw the head and shoulders. He cried out wildly; in the face of that terrible death
she had lost all control over herself. -Do not move! -I yelled. But she
it contracted hysterically, like a maddened animal. -The veil! I exclaimed. Let it go!
Throw it! His fingers tried to pull the veil, but in his panic he failed
Take it off in time. The mud came to cover his disheveled eyes and his head
disappeared into the greenish water, while his hands shook with despair in
the air.

Hurriedly I looked around and saw a half-submerged trunk. Without
worrying about the possible dangers, I ran to him and pulled with all my strength.
They were probably only a few seconds, but it seemed to me that they spent hours
until the trunk gave way and I could get it out of the mud. I pushed it quickly to the place
in which the daughter of the Ubar had disappeared. I clung to the trunk; I bogué for the little water
deep above the quicksand, feeling with my hand again and again
greenish liquid.

Finally my fingers touched something-the girl's wrist-and I slowly pulled it out
Of the sand. I felt a deep joy when I heard their moans, when their
lungs sucked the moist, life-giving air. I pulled the trunk away, lifted the girl up and
I took her to a tongue of land covered with grass, at the edge of the swamp.
I placed it on the grass. About a hundred meters away, a yellow SaTarna field began
and a colorful mountain of Ka-la-na trees. Exhausted, I sat next to the young woman and
I smiled to myself. The proud daughter of the Ubar with her party clothes
it stank of swamp and sweat.

[tanya_wam]

There are free downloadable pdfs in English too? It looks like they have OCR text which can also be copied and pasted out of it...


We had been wading for about twenty minutes when the girl suddenly screamed, and I spun around. She had sunk to her waist in the marsh water. She had slipped into a pocket of quicksand. She cried out hysterically. Cautiously I tried to approach her, but felt the ooze slipping away beneath my feet. I tried to reach her with my sword belt, but it was too short. The tarn-goad, which had been thrust in the belt, dropped into the water, and I lost it.

The girl sank deeper in the mire, the surface of the water circling her armpits. She was screaming wildly, all control lost in the face of the slow, ugly death awaiting her. “Don’t struggle!” I cried. But her movements were hysterical, like those of a mad animal. “The veil!” I cried. “Unwind it, throw it to me!” Her hands tried to tear at the veil, but she was unable to unwind it, in her terror and in the moment of time left to her. Then the
muck crept upward to her horrified eyes, and her head slipped under the greenish waters, her hands clutching wildly at the air.

I frantically looked about, caught sight of a half-submerged log some yards away, protruding upward out of the marsh water. Regardless of the possible danger, not feeling my way, I splashed to the log, jerking on it, hauling on it with all my might. In what seemed like hours but must have been a matter of only a few seconds, it gave, leaping upward out of the mud. I half carried, half-floated it, shoving it toward the place where
the daughter of the Ubar had slipped under the water. I clung to the log, floating in the shallow water over the quicksand, and reached down again and again into the mire.

At last my hand clutched something—the girl’s wrist and I drew her slowly upward out of the sand. My heart leaped with joy as I heard her whimpering, choking gasps, her lungs spasmodically sucking in the fetid hut vivifying air. I shoved the log back and finally, carrying the filthy body soaked in its absurd garments, made my way to a ledge of green, dry land at the edge of the swamp.

I set her down on a bed of green clover. Beyond it, some hundred yards away, I could see the border of a yellow field of Sa-Tama and a yellow thicket of Ka-la-na trees. I sat beside the girl, exhausted. I smiled to myself; the proud daughter of the Ubar in all her imperial regalia quite literally stank, stank of the swamps and the mud and of the perspiration exuded beneath that heavy covering, stank of heat and fear.


While trying to find it, I see there was a film based on this first book? Did that have this scene?

[Hispanian1]

Es cuando adoro hablar en Español.

But realize that 99% of the material is a problem for me.

[glorfindel01]

There are free downloadable pdfs in English too? It looks like they have OCR text which can also be copied and pasted out of it...


We had been wading for about twenty minutes when the girl suddenly screamed, and I spun around. She had sunk to her waist in the marsh water. She had slipped into a pocket of quicksand. She cried out hysterically. Cautiously I tried to approach her, but felt the ooze slipping away beneath my feet. I tried to reach her with my sword belt, but it was too short. The tarn-goad, which had been thrust in the belt, dropped into the water, and I lost it.

The girl sank deeper in the mire, the surface of the water circling her armpits. She was screaming wildly, all control lost in the face of the slow, ugly death awaiting her. “Don’t struggle!” I cried. But her movements were hysterical, like those of a mad animal. “The veil!” I cried. “Unwind it, throw it to me!” Her hands tried to tear at the veil, but she was unable to unwind it, in her terror and in the moment of time left to her. Then the
muck crept upward to her horrified eyes, and her head slipped under the greenish waters, her hands clutching wildly at the air.

I frantically looked about, caught sight of a half-submerged log some yards away, protruding upward out of the marsh water. Regardless of the possible danger, not feeling my way, I splashed to the log, jerking on it, hauling on it with all my might. In what seemed like hours but must have been a matter of only a few seconds, it gave, leaping upward out of the mud. I half carried, half-floated it, shoving it toward the place where
the daughter of the Ubar had slipped under the water. I clung to the log, floating in the shallow water over the quicksand, and reached down again and again into the mire.

At last my hand clutched something—the girl’s wrist and I drew her slowly upward out of the sand. My heart leaped with joy as I heard her whimpering, choking gasps, her lungs spasmodically sucking in the fetid hut vivifying air. I shoved the log back and finally, carrying the filthy body soaked in its absurd garments, made my way to a ledge of green, dry land at the edge of the swamp.

I set her down on a bed of green clover. Beyond it, some hundred yards away, I could see the border of a yellow field of Sa-Tama and a yellow thicket of Ka-la-na trees. I sat beside the girl, exhausted. I smiled to myself; the proud daughter of the Ubar in all her imperial regalia quite literally stank, stank of the swamps and the mud and of the perspiration exuded beneath that heavy covering, stank of heat and fear.


While trying to find it, I see there was a film based on this first book? Did that have this scene?

yes,but,unfortunately not is all you love,look at min 38:40 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAMSnB2BqmE&t=2579s

[tanya_wam]

yes,but,unfortunately not is all you love,look at min 38:40 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAMSnB2BqmE&t=2579s

Looks more like he fell down a hole!