(Small)Chapter Eight
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Hi! So sorry I haven't updated for a while, but what with the onslaught of summer, I've been very busy. So, forgive me? Sorry, no answers to reviews today!
Garion scrubbed at sleep-filled eyes as he calculated numbers in his head. With a sigh that was more sad than angry, he came to a conclusion.
"Eighteen," he murmured under his breath. "Eighteen dead."
"Garion?"
Garion twisted around in his chair and peered at the doorway. Ce'Nedra stood there, her face weary but alert.
"Garion, you must be exhausted. How are you going to function when you look like you've risen from the dead?"
Garion stood up and strode over to the window. Setting his elbows on the windowsill, he watched the servants from the castle cringingly removing dead bodies from the battlefield.
"How can I sleep when there is work to be done?" He said in a flat voice, "How can I sleep when there are families without a son or a father, waiting for me to pass judgment on their murderers?"
He heard Ce'Nedra sigh, and the sound of her footsteps as she joined him at the windowsill.
"You won't be any help to those poor people if you collapse of exhaustion," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And as for judgment, that should be easy enough. Kill them."
"Ce'Nedra!"
"They tried to kill my family, Garion! If you let them go—"
"I'm not going to let them go." By looking at the face of his angry wife, he had come to his solution. "They murdered my guards, some who were friends. I'm not going to kill them, but they won't go free."
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Very short chapter, but I'm updating all of my stories today, so this is just a sample chapter. I'd better get going!
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Hi! So sorry I haven't updated for a while, but what with the onslaught of summer, I've been very busy. So, forgive me? Sorry, no answers to reviews today!
Garion scrubbed at sleep-filled eyes as he calculated numbers in his head. With a sigh that was more sad than angry, he came to a conclusion.
"Eighteen," he murmured under his breath. "Eighteen dead."
"Garion?"
Garion twisted around in his chair and peered at the doorway. Ce'Nedra stood there, her face weary but alert.
"Garion, you must be exhausted. How are you going to function when you look like you've risen from the dead?"
Garion stood up and strode over to the window. Setting his elbows on the windowsill, he watched the servants from the castle cringingly removing dead bodies from the battlefield.
"How can I sleep when there is work to be done?" He said in a flat voice, "How can I sleep when there are families without a son or a father, waiting for me to pass judgment on their murderers?"
He heard Ce'Nedra sigh, and the sound of her footsteps as she joined him at the windowsill.
"You won't be any help to those poor people if you collapse of exhaustion," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And as for judgment, that should be easy enough. Kill them."
"Ce'Nedra!"
"They tried to kill my family, Garion! If you let them go—"
"I'm not going to let them go." By looking at the face of his angry wife, he had come to his solution. "They murdered my guards, some who were friends. I'm not going to kill them, but they won't go free."
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Very short chapter, but I'm updating all of my stories today, so this is just a sample chapter. I'd better get going!