“You know better than that! You will not insult us! We are not stupid!” He feigned another jab. “do it properly!”’s fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, but otherwise he did not move. The woman made no effort to tend the bleeding gash on her leg, but instead obediently turned over onto her elbows and knees, sticking her bottom up in the air.men chuckled to Richard.
“You would not like to lie with this one face-to-face,” the man with the missing tooth said. “she bites.” The others nodded their certain knowledge of that. “Mount her this way, and hold her by her hair. She will not be able to bite you this way, and you can have all you wish.”men waited. Neither Richard nor the woman moved.
“Can you fools not see?” the woman said. “He does not wish to mount me like a dog in front of you!” Her face lying against the dirt, she gave Richard a mocking smile. “He is shy. He does not wish you to see how little his magic stick is.”eye was on him. Richard’s knuckles were white around the hilt. He strained to put an emotionless face over the rage of the magic searing through him from the sword. He struggled to maintain reason.the magic loose in here would accomplish nothing.of the men gave a playful elbow to another and laughed. “Perhaps she is right. He is a young one. Maybe he is not used to others watching his pleasure.”seams around his control were strained near to bursting. Richard concentrated on keeping his free hand steady and making it move gracefully. He lifted the clay pot with the juka, showing it to them. He labored mightily to keep his voice even. “The spirits wish to speak to me of important matters.”smiles all withered. They knew him as a magic man, but not a young one as they were used to seeing. They didn’t have any idea of his power, but were obviously worried about it, worried about his smoldering, too quiet smoothness.
“We must leave him to his duty,” one of the men said. “We should leave him to be with the spirits, and to take his pleasure from the savage if he wishes before he gives the spirits this offering.” He bowed his shiny head to Richard. “We will leave you to your peace. We will wait in the room where you saw us first.”faced, the four hurried off. After they were gone, and she could be sure they were a good distance away, the woman spat at him.arched her back like a cat in heat, sticking her behind higher in the air. “You may mount me now, like the dog you are. Come, magic man, prove you can mount a woman when she is held for you by a chain. You can do no worse to me than the other dogs.” She spat at him again. “You are all dogs.”extended his leg and shoved a foot against her hip, tipping her over. “I’m not like those men.”rolled onto her back. She threw her arms and legs open and gave him a contemptuous glare. “so. You wish to have me like this, to prove you are better than they?”gritted his teeth. “stop it. I’m not here for that.”sat up. She lifted her chin, but her eyes filled with sudden terror. “so, you will sacrifice me now?”realized his hand was still gripping the hilt. He had forgotten to maintain a calm expression. He took his hand away, letting the magic recede and his rage cool. As she watched, he poured the juka on the dirt floor.
“I’m going to get you out of this. My name is Richard. What’s yours?”eyes narrowed. “Why do you wish to know?”
“Well, if I’m going to take you out of here, I need to know what to call you. I can’t call you “woman.’”surveyed him silently for a moment. “I am Du Chaillu.”
“Do I call you Du? Or Chaillu? Or Du Chaillu?”wrinkled her brow. “du Chaillu. That is my name.”gave her a smile of reassurance. “All right, then. Du Chaillu. Who are your people? What are they called?”
“We are Baka Ban Mana.”
“And what does that mean, Baka Ban Mana?”chin came up again. “Those without masters.”smiled to himself. “I think you are worthy of your people. You don’t look to be a woman to be mastered.”still held up, she studied his eyes. “You say these words, but you intend to mount me as the others.”shook his head. “No. I told you I wouldn’t do that. I’m going to try to get you out of here, and back to your people.”
“None of my people captured by the Majendie ever returns.”leaned toward her. Then you shall be the first.”drew his sword. Du Chaillu scooted back against the wall, drawing her knees up to her chest, hiding her face. He realized that she had misinterpreted his action and expected the worst.
“It’s all right, Du Chaillu. I’m not going to hurt you. I simply need to get that collar off you.”shrank from him; then, thinking better of her shameful retreat, she lifted her head and spat at him. “Yes, by taking off my head. You do not speak the truth. You wish to kill me now, and just want me to meekly offer you my neck.”his sleeve, Richard wiped the spittle off the side of his forehead. He reached out and put a comforting hand to her shoulder. “No. I’m not going to hurt you. I simply need to use this sword to get the collar off. How else can I get you out of here? You will be safe, you’ll see. Let me get it off you?”
“Swords cannot cut iron!”lifted an eyebrow. “Magic can.”squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as he gently put an arm around her shoulder and rolled her facedown in his lap. He laid the sword’s point to the side of her neck. He had seen the Sword of Truth cut through iron before, and he knew the sword’s magic could do the job. She lay dead still as he slid the sword under the heavy iron band.then she lunged at him. In a blink, she had a fierce grip on his left arm. Her teeth clamped around his forearm, pinching the nerves.froze. He knew that if he were to try to yank his arm back, her teeth would probably tear the muscle from the bone. He still had his right hand on the sword. The rage of the magic pounded through him. He used the anger to help Slim block the pain and remain still.the sword under the collar as it was, it would be a simple matter to give it a twist and a push. It would cut her throat, if not decapitate her, and he would be free of her teeth. The pain from her locking bite was agonizing.
“Du Chaillu,” he managed through gritted teeth. “Let go. I’m not going to hurt you. If it were my intention to hurt you, I could cut you right now with the sword to make you let go.”a long moment, silent of everything but his labored.breathing, she relaxed the pressure of her teeth, but didn’t release his arm from her grip.tilted her head a bit. “Why?” Her eyes peered up at him. “Why do you wish to help me?”stared down into her dark eyes. He took a chance and removed his hand from the sword. He brought the hand up, and touched his fingers to the cold metal collar around his neck.
“I, too, am a prisoner. I, too, know what it is to be held by a collar. I don’t like collars. Though I can’t free myself in this way, I can try to free you.”ferocious grip on his arm relaxed. She cocked her head to the side as she frowned up at him.
“But you are a magic man.”’s why I was taken prisoner. The woman I’m with is taking me to a place called the Palace of the Prophets. She says the magic will kill me if I don’t go to this place.”
“You are with one of the witches? From the big stone witch house?”
“She is not a witch, but one with magic, too. She put this collar on me to make me go with her.”Chaillu’s eyes flicked over the collar around his neck.
“If you let me go, the Majendie will not allow you to go through their land to the big stone house.”gave her a little smile. “I was hoping that if I helped you get back to your people, you would permit us to pass through your land, and maybe that you would guide us, so that we might reach the palace.”sly smile spread on her lips. “We could kill the witch.”shook his head. “I don’t kill people unless I’m forced to. It would not help anyway. I must go to the palace to get my collar off. If I don’t go there, I will die.”Chaillu looked away from his gaze. Richard waited while she glanced around her prison.
“I do not know if you speak the truth, or if you mean to cut my throat.” She gently rubbed his arm where she had bitten him. “But if you kill me, I was to be killed anyway, and had no chance, and at least I will not be mounted any more by those dogs. If you tell the truth, then I will be free, but we must still escape. We are still in the land of the Majendie.”winked. “I have a plan. At least we can try.”frowned at him. “You could do this thing to me, and they would be happy, and you could go to the palace. You would be safe. Are you not afraid they will kill you?”nodded. “But I am.more afraid to live the rest of my life seeing in my mind your pretty eyes and wishing I had helped you.”gave him a sidelong glance. “Maybe you are a magic man, but you are not a smart man. A smart man would want to be safe.”
“I am the Seeker.”
“What is this, the Seeker?”
“It’s a long story. But I guess it means I do my best to see the truth prevail, to see right done. This sword has magic, and it helps me in my quest. It’s called the Sword of Truth.”let out a long breath, and finally laid her head back in his lap. Try then, or kill me. I was dead anyway.”gave her filthy, bare back a pat of reassurance. “Hold still.”reached under her neck and wrapped his fingers around the collar, holding it tight. With his other hand, the hand on the hilt, the hand through which the magic was coursing into him, he gave a mighty heave. With a loud crack, the iron shattered. Hot shards of metal ricocheted off the walls. One large piece spun like a top in the dirt, finally wobbling and falling over. Silence settled over them. He held his breath, hoping none of the metal fragments had cut her throat.Chaillu sat up. Her eyes wide, she felt her neck. Finding no injury, she broke into a wide grin.
“It is off! You got the collar off and my head is still attached!”feigned a touch of indignation. “I told you I would. Now we must get away from here. Come on.”led her back through the rooms the way he had come in. When he reached the next to last room from where the men waited, he held a finger to his lips and told her to be quiet and wait for him to come back for her.folded her arms under her bare breasts. “Why? I will go with you. You said you would not leave me here.”let out an exasperated breath. “I’m going to get you some clothes. We can’t leave with you…” With a gesture, he indicated her bare condition.unfolded her arms and looked down at herself. “Why? What is wrong with me? I am not a bad shape to look upon. Many men have told me…”
“What is it with you people!” he whispered heatedly. “I have seen more naked people since I left my homeland last autumn than in the whole of my life! And not a one of you seems the least little bit…”grinned. “Your face is red.”growled through gritted teeth. “Wait here!”, she folded her arms again. “I will wait.”the outer room the four men jumped to their feet when Richard came through the carpet-covered opening. He didn’t give them any time to ask questions.
“Where are the woman’s clothes?”, they glanced at one another. “Her clothes? Why do you want…”took an aggressive stride toward the man. “Who are you to question the spirits! Do as they say! Get me her clothes!”four flinched back. They stared at him briefly and then went to the low chests. They set the lamps aside and opened the lids, rummaging through the chests, tossing clothes aside.
“Here! I found them!” one of them said. He held up a garment that looked to be finely woven flax. Different-colored strips hung in rows from the light brown fabric. “This is hers.” He held up a buckskin belt. “And this, too.”snatched them from the man’s fist. “You will wait here.” He grabbed up a scrap of cloth the men had thrown on the floor as they had searched for the dress.went back through the opening before there was time for any questions. Du Chaillu waited, her arms still folded. When she saw what he held in his hands, she gasped. She clutched the dress to her breast. Tears filled her dark eyes.
“My prayer dress!”threw her arms around his neck and, raising up on her tiptoes, started kissing him all over his face. Richard mashed her mass of black hair flat against the sides of her head as he pushed her away.
“All right, all right, put it on. Hurry.”at him, she pulled the dress over her head, poking her arms through the long sleeves. Up the outside of each arm and across the shoulders was a row of little strips of different-colored cloth. Each was knotted on through a small hole beneath a corded band. The dress came to just below her knees. As she tied the belt at her waist, Richard noticed the blood still running down to her foot from where the men had stabbed her in the thigh.dropped to one knee before her and motioned with his hands. “Lift it up. Lift up your dress.”Chaillu looked down at him. She lifted an eyebrow. “I have just covered myself, and now you wish me to uncover?”pursed his lips. He waved the strip of cloth at her. “You are bleeding. I need to put this around the wound.”, she raised her skirt and held her leg out, rotating it from side to side, displaying it in a teasing manner. Richard quickly wrapped the cloth around her thigh, over the gash, and jerked the knot tight. She yelped with pain. He thought it served her right, but apologized anyway.her by the hand, he pulled her though the remaining rooms. As he passed through the last, he growled at the four men to stay where they were. Still holding Du Chaillu’s hand tight, he led her back down the alleyway and streets to the open square. He saw the heads of the three horses sticking up above the sea of shiny, bald heads. He plowed his way through the throng, toward the horses.43his sword sat in its scabbard, he was already drawing its magic. Rage surged into him. He summoned it ever onward, letting his barriers fall before its advance.was entering a silent world all his own. A world of grim committal to what he was.of death.Verna paled when she saw him pulling Du Chaillu after, becoming even paler when she saw his demeanor.a word to her, Richard snatched his bow off the side of his saddle. He grunted with the effort of swiftly stretching the bowstring to the bow. He yanked two steel-bladed arrows from the quiver hanging from Bonnie’s saddle. His chest heaved with wrath.crowd had all turned toward him. Puzzled faces bobbed up as men behind jumped to get a view. The women in black all looked up in his direction. The Queen Mother watched.Verna’s face was by now bright red. “Richard! What do you think…!”shoved her back. “Be quiet.”and arrows in hand, he leapt up onto his saddle. The mumbling fell silent.directed himself to the Queen Mother. “I have spoken with the spirits!”back of the Queen Mother’s hand started sliding up the pole, toward the bell’s rope. That was all the sign he needed. She had been offered a chance. The irrevocable commitment had been made.loosed the magic within himself.one swift motion, Richard nocked an arrow. He drew string to cheek. He called the target. The arrow was away.air hissed with the sound of the arrow’s flight. The crowd gasped. Before the arrow reached the target, while the air still sizzled with its sound, Richard had the second arrow nocked and on target.a twanging thunk, the first arrow made a solid hit, dead-on where he intended it. The Queen Mother let out a clipped cry of surprise and pain. Penetrating the space between the two bones in her wrist, the arrow pinned her arm to the pole, preventing her hand from reaching the bell’s rope. Her other hand started over toward the rope.second arrow sat rock solid in the invisible notch in the air, on target, waiting. “Move toward the bell, and the next arrow goes through your right eye!”gaggle of women in black fell to their knees, wailing. The Queen Mother became still. Blood trickled down her arm., storms of anger thundered through him. Outside, he was stone. “You will hear what the spirits have commanded!”, the Queen Mother let her free hand drop to her side. “speak their words, then.”still held the bowstring to his cheek, and had no intention of letting it relax. Though the arrow was aimed at one, his ire was directed at all.burned through him at full fury. The force of rage pounded through his veins. In the past, it had always been focused on an enemy, someone specific. This was different. It was open-ended rage, rage at all those present, at everyone involved in human sacrifice. This was nonspecific wrath.made it worse. It drew more magic.didn’t know if it was the all-encompassing threat that drew more magic, or if it was because of all the practicing he had done with Sister Verna, enabling him to focus, but whatever the reason, he was calling forth more magic from the sword than he ever had before, more than he had known was there. The magic seethed with frightening power. The very air vibrated with it.men about stepped back. The wailing women fell into a hush. The Queen Mother’s face was white against the black of her dress. A thousand people stood in silent terror of one.
“The spirits wish no more sacrifices! It does not prove your devotion to them, only that you can kill! From now on, you must show your respect of the spirits by showing respect for the lives of the Baka Ban Mana. If you do not, the spirits will vent their wrath by destroying you! Take their threat to heart, or they will bring starvation and death to the Majendie!”spoke to the men as they pressed forward. “If any of you makes a move against me or these two women, the Queen Mother dies.” They all glanced to one another, seeking courage. “You may think to kill me,” he told them, the target not wavering in the slightest, “but you cannot before the Queen Mother dies. You saw the shot I made. My hand is guided by magic. I do not miss.”men backed away.
“Let him be!” the Queen Mother called out. “Hear what he has to say!”
“I have told you what the spirits have said! You will obey!”was silent a moment. “We will consult the spirits ourselves.”
“You would insult them? You would be admitting you do not heed their words, but your own worldly wishes!”
“But we must…”
“I’m not here to bargain on their behalf! The spirits have ordered I give the sacrificial knife to this woman, so she may carry it back to her people, to show them that the Majendie will no longer hunt them.
“The spirits will warn you of their anger by taking the seed you plant, and only when you send representatives to the Baka Ban Mana and tell them you agree to the wishes of the spirits will you be able to plant your crops. If you do not follow the spirits” wishes, you will all starve to death!
“We are leaving now. I will have your word that we will be granted safe leave of your land, or you will die right now.”
“We must consider…”
“I grant you until the count of three to give me your decision! One, two, three!” The Queen Mother gasped. The women in black gasped. The crowd gasped. “What have you decided!”Queen Mother held her free hand up, imploring he hold his arrow. “You may go! You have the word of the Queen Mother that you may leave our land unharmed!”
“A wise decision.”hand closed into a fist, one finger pointing toward them. “But this is a violation of our agreement with the wise-women. The accord is at an end. You must leave our land at once. You are banished.”
“So be it,” Richard said. “But keep to your word, or you will reap the grim rewards of any imprudent action.”released the tension from the bow. Standing in his stirrups, he pulled the sacred knife from his belt and held it up high for all to see.
“This woman will take this back to her people, and tell them of the words of the spirits. As to their part, the Baka Ban Mana may no longer make war on the Majendie. You may no longer make war on them. You will be two peoples at peace! Neither may harm the other! Heed the words of the spirits, or bear the consequences!”voice dropped to a fierce whisper, yet the wrath of the magic carried the words to the farthest corners of the square, and in the stillness, every ear could hear them. “Heed my orders, or suffer what I will bring upon you. I will lay waste to you.”lay over the square like fog in a valley, ethereal yet real, a palpable manifestation of his outrage that touched everyone present, and all trembled at that touch. Richard leapt off his horse. The men shrank back a few more steps. Sister Verna was speechless with rage. He had never seen her in such a state. She stood, as if paralyzed, with her fists out before her.leveled his glare, and his wrath, on her. “Get on your horse, Sister. We’re leaving.”jaw looked ready to shatter under the pressure of how tightly it was clenched. “You are mad! We will not…”thrust a finger toward her. “If you wish to argue with someone, Sister, you may stay and argue with these people. I’m sure they will oblige you. I’m going to the palace fto get this collar off. If you want to go with me, then get on your horse.”
“There is no way! We cannot now travel the horn of the Majendie land! We are banished!”lifted his thumb to Du Chaillu. “she will guide us to the Palace of the Prophets, through the Baka Ban Mana’s land.”Chaillu folded her arms and gave the Sister a self-satisfied smile.Verna looked from her to Richard. “You truly are mad. We cannot…”gritted his teeth with a growl, the sword’s anger still at full fury. “If you wish to go with me to the palace, get on your horse! I’m leaving!”Chaillu watched as Richard stuck the green-handled knife behind her buckskin belt. “I have charged you with a responsibility. You will live up to it. Now, get up on that horse.”Chaillu unfolded her arms in sudden worry, looking to the horse and back to him. She folded her arms again and put her nose in the air. “I will not ride on that beast. It stinks.”
“So do you!” Richard roared. “Now get up on that horse!”flinched back. Eyes wide in fright at his glare, she swallowed, gulping air. “Now I know what a Seeker is.”scrambled awkwardly up onto Geraldine. The sister was already atop Jessup. Richard vaulted up onto Bonnie.a last, warning look at the men gathered, he squeezed his horse’s ribs and she sprang into a gallop. The other two horses took out after him. The men swept back out of the way.magic hungered for blood, raged for it. Richard wished someone would try to stop him. No one did.
“Please,” Du Chaillu said, “it is almost dark. May we please stop, or at least allow me to walk. This beast is hurting me.”was holding on for dear life, bouncing in the saddle as Geraldine trotted along. The little strips of colored cloth on her dress were all aflutter. He could hear Sister Verna’s horse trotting along behind, but he didn’t look back at her.glanced up at the sun setting beyond the thick tangle of branches. His rage was finally withering with the light. For a time, it had seemed as if he would never be able to put it down.Chaillu pointed past him with her chin, to his right, afraid to lift a hand. There is a small pond there, through the reeds, and a grassy place before it.”
“Are you sure we are in Baka Ban Mana land?”nodded. “For the last few hours. This is our land. I know this place.”
“All right. We will stop for the night.”held her horse for her as she slid off. With a groan, she rubbed the flats of her hands on her bottom. “If you make me ride that beast again tomorrow, I will bite you!”the first time since they had left the Majendie, he was able to smile. As Richard went about unsaddling the horses, he sent Du Chaillu to get water in a canvas bucket. While she went off through the reeds and rushes to the pond, Sister Verna gathered wood and used her magic to set it afire. When he was finished caring for the horses, he put them on long tethers so they could graze on the grass.
“I guess introductions are in order,” Richard said when Du Chaillu returned. “sister Verna, this is Du Chaillu. Du Chaillu, this is Sister Verna.”Verna seemed to have cooled, or at least put a mask over her anger. “I am pleased for you, Du Chaillu, that you did not have to die this day.”Chaillu glared. Richard knew she thought of the Sisters of the Light as witches.
“I do feel sorrow, however,” the Sister added, “for all those who will die in your place.”
“You are not pleased for me. You wish me dead. You wish all the Baka Ban Mana to die.”
“That is not true. I wish no one to die. But I know I could not convince you of that. Think what you will.”Chaillu took the sacrificial knife from her belt and held the handle in front of Sister Verna’s eyes. “They kept me on that chain for three moons.” She looked to the green “handle and pointed to one of the obscene couplings carved on it. “Those dogs did this to me.” Sister Verna glanced to the knife as Du Chaillu tapped a finger to another scene. “And this. And this, too.”Verna watched the other’s chest heaving in ire. “There is no way I could convince you, Du Chaillu, how much I abhor what they did to you, and what they intended to do. There are many things in this world that I abhor, but can do nothing about, and in some cases, must tolerate, in order to serve a greater good.”Chaillu patted her belly. “I have lost my moon flow. Those dogs have put me with child! Now I must go to the midwives and ask them for herbs to shed the child of a dog.”Verna clasped her hands before herself. “Please, Du Chaillu, don’t do that. A child is a gift from the Creator. Please don’t reject his gift.”
“Gift! This great Creator has a wicked way of bestowing his gifts!”
“Du Chaillu,” Richard said, “up until now, the Majendie have killed every Baka Ban Mana they have captured. You are the first to be freed. They will kill no more. Think of this child as symbol of the new life between your peoples. For that new life, for all your children, to flourish, the killing must stop. Let the child live? It has done no harm.”
“The father has done harm!”swallowed. “Children are not necessarily evil, just because the father was.”
“If the father is evil, then the child will be as he!”
“That is not true,” the Sister said. “Richard’s father was an evil man who killed many people, yet Richard seeks to preserve life. His mother knew that the guilt of crimes does not pass beyond the one who commits them. She did not spare her love because Richard’s father raped her. Richard was raised by good people who taught him right. Because of that, you are alive today. You can teach the child right.”Chaillu’s fury faltered as she looked to Richard. “Is this true? Your mother was treated as I, by an evil dog?”could only manage a nod.rubbed her belly. “I will consider what you say before I decide. You have returned my life; I will weigh your words.”squeezed her shoulder. “Whatever you decide, I’m sure it will be for the best.”
“If she lives long enough to decide,” Sister Verna said. “You’ve made promises and threats that you cannot fulfill. When the Majendie plant their crops, and nothing happens, they will lose their fear of what you have told them today. What you’ve done will count for nothing and they will once again make war on her people. To say nothing of mine.”pulled the leather thong with the Bird Man’s whistle off over his head. “I wouldn’t exactly say nothing is going to happen, Sister. Something is indeed going to happen.” He hung the whistle around Du Chaillu’s neck. This was a gift to me, and now my gift to you, so that you can stop the killing.” He held the carved bone up. This is a magic whistle. It calls birds. More birds than you’ve ever seen in one place before. I’m counting on you to fulfill my promise.
“You are to go to their planting fields. Keep yourself hidden. Then, at sunset, blow on this magic whistle. You will hear no sound, but the birds will be called by the magic. In your mind, keep picturing birds. Think of all the birds you know as you blow on the whistle, and keep blowing until they come.”touched the carved bone whistle. “Magic? The birds will truly come?”gave her a one-sided smile. “Oh, yes, they’ll come. There is no doubt of that. The magic will call them. No person will hear the sound, but the birds will. The Majendie will not know it’s you who calls the birds. The birds will be hungry and will devour all the seed. Every time the Majendie plant seeds, you call the birds and take it away from them.”grinned. The Majendie will starve to death!”put his face close to hers. “No. This is my gift to you, to stop the killing, not a gift to help you kill. You will call the birds to steal their seed until the Majendie agree to live in peace with you. When they have fulfilled their part of the bargain, you must fulfill your part, and agree to live in peace with them.”put his first finger right in front of her nose. “If you misuse my gift, I will come back and use other magic against your people. I’ve placed my trust in you to do right. Do not fail my trust.”Chaillu averted her eyes. She gave a little sniff. “I will do right. I will use your gift as you say.” She tucked the whistle into her dress. Thank you for helping to bring peace to my people.”’s my greatest hope. Peace.”
“Peace,” Sister Verna huffed. She directed a smoldering glare to Richard. “You think it’s so simple? You think that after three thousand years you can simply decree that the killing will stop? You think all it takes is your mere presence, and the ways of people will change? You are a naive child. Though the crimes of the father do not pass on to the son, you have a simplistic way of seeing things that brings harm just the same.”
“If you think, Sister, that I would be a party to human sacrifices for any reason, you are seriously mistaken.” He started to turn away, but then turned back. “What harm have I brought? What killing have I started?”leaned toward him. “Well, for one thing, if we don’t help ones with the gift, like you, it will kill them, as it would kill you. How do you propose we get those boys to the palace? We can no longer cross the Majendie’s land.” She glanced to Du Chaillu. “she has only given you permission to pass through her land. She has not said we may bring others through.” She straightened. Those boys will die because of what you have done.”thought about it a moment. He was exhausted. Using the sword’s magic had wearied him as it never had before. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. He didn’t feel like solving problems, or arguing. At last, he looked to Du Chaillu.
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