Not so good huh?" Haral asked. "Not critical " Pyanfar said "but none too good. It's not now that worries me. " Haral added up other unspoken things right too with a scowl for their luck and Chur's and for allies they had to rely on. .

Corum cried. "Stop! That is enough. Kill no more!" Temgol-Lep turned his glazed eyes on Corum. The dead king had a barbed spear sticking completely through his body but he seemed unaware of it. His dead lips moved. "These are our prizes Master. We cannot stop. " 147 "But they are Vadhaghl They are like me! They are my own people!" Hanafax put an arm on Corum's shoulder. "They are all dead now Prince Corum. " Sobbing Corum ran toward the corpses inspecting the faces..
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