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“Come!” cried Norhala — and led the way through the portal.
Close behind her we pressed. I stumbled, nearly fell, over Mika Zibanejad Tröjor a brown-faced, leather-cuirassed body that lay half over, legs barring the threshold.
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A violet flashing drew my eyes away. Close to the pool wherein we had first seen the white miracle of Norhala’s body, two immense, purple fired stars Rosario Central Dresy blazed. Between them, like a suppliant cast from black iron, was Yuruk.
Poised upon their nether tips the stars guarded him. Head touching his knees, eyes hidden within his folded arms, the black eunuch crouched.
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There was an unearthly mercilessness in Norhala’s voice.
The eunuch raised his Feyenoord Dresy head; slowly, fearfully.
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“Mercy, Masters, I meant no harm — bid the Goddess be merciful!”
The ebon pools of eyes were clarified of their ancient shadows by his terror; age was wiped from them by fear, even as it was wiped from his face. The wrinkles were gone. Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk prayed to us.
“Why do you wait?” she asked us. “Time presses, and even now we should be on the way. When so many are so soon to die, why tarry over one? Slay him!”
“Norhala,” I answered, “we cannot slay him so. When we kill, we kill in fair fight — hand to hand. The maid we both love has gone, taken with her brother. It will not bring her back if we kill him through whom she was taken. We would punish him — yes, but Anthony Duclair Tröjor slay him we cannot. And we would be after the maid and her brother quickly.”
A moment she looked at us, perplexity shading the high and steady anger.
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