But once hedoes he will gladly die for you. Tristan gave Rafehis best look of reassurance. Pouncing on him from behind, they tore the warrior’s legsaway, then dragged off the upper half of his body to start greedily feeding on him. There were sev-eral little yel ow children in torn shirts running round barefoot.
Soft and low, the sound came fromsomewhere nearby. “Forgive me for making decisions on your behalf,” he saidgently. He knew that the executioner would possess the list naming the persons due for execution, andwhen they were to be killed. “I’m sorry, my lord,” he said.
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