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.I've thought a long time on just how you might make that up to me.""What about his companions?" the Nargi captain asked.Dorran shrugged."Riffraff.There's no time to chase petty smugglers down the river.Ready your men for Margolan.""Expanding your horizons?" Vahanian baited.Dorran regarded him coolly."I've spent almost a decade rebuilding the career you damaged.This will reclaim my honor.We've made an alliance with the new king of Margolan to remind some insurrectionists about the power of a king.""I thought Margolan had an army for that kind of thing." Vahanian tried to keep his interest from seeming too apparent."His army is soft.They lack the will of their king.We'll teach them.And for that, I'll be handsomely rewarded."Vahanian said nothing more; the point of the dagger pricked into his throat.Dorran twitched the blade, tracing the thin pair of parallel scars that showed where a slave collar had left its mark years ago."This time, no one will arrange your escape," Dorran said, returning his knife to his belt and beginning to turn up the sleeves of his uniform."I intend to enjoy myself quite thoroughly." Without warning, Dorran wheeled, landing a kick on the side of Vahanian's head that sent the smuggler sprawling."Get ready to see the Lady.Your luck has just run out."The beating continued until Dorran, panting and winded, could do no more.His uniform was spattered with Vahanian's blood.Vahanian lay sprawled on the floor of the Nargi captain's barracks, unable to drag himself to his feet, his wrists still bound in front of him.Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and one eye was swollen shut.He could taste more blood in his mouth, and the pain in his chest assured him that several ribs were broken."Take him to the healer," Dorran commanded, wiping his hands on a towel.He looked down at Vahanian."You know the ways of Nargi healers.They're quite efficient.If I've done any real damage, they can set it right.""Why bother?" Vahanian asked thickly."I haven't finished my sport yet.Tomorrow, I'm going to let the garrison have a private audience with the general's great champion fighter.Only this time, it won't matter if you win or lose.Either way, you'll still die.I've been looking forward to this for a long time, Vahanian." Dorran stepped over the fallen fighter and strode into the night.The guards dragged Vahanian to his feet and pushed him, staggering, toward the priests' quarters.Back in the stockade, Vahanian watched the dawn come with a leaden feeling in his stomach.True to Dorran's word, the Nargi priests had reversed the worst damage.Vahanian spat blood and nursed his split lip.The priests, ascetics as they were, did not bother with any wounds which might not threaten his life or his ability to fight.Vahanian awoke from a restless sleep with the feeling that he had been ridden over by a wagon team.He replayed Dorran's boasts in his mind.Nargi, ready to march into Margolan.Tris would be cut off from behind, and the influx of expert fighters might be all Jared needed to turn the game.Vahanian strained against his bonds.There was no way to reach Tris with the crucial information.His sacrifice to save the others would mean nothing.All the wishing in the world wouldn't get him out of here; Tris would walk right into Jared's trap.With the Nargi on the march into Margolan, Tris's quest was doomed.It took all of his will to rise impassively when his captors came for him.The practice ground was full of Nargi soldiers and Vahanian was led into their midst.A soldier cut the strap that bound his wrists.Vahanian rubbed his numb hands.Dorran watched from a chair on the side."I've highlighted your accomplishments as the general's champion for those who don't remember,"Dorran said."I told them what a privilege it is to fight you.As you can imagine, there have been many volunteers.""And if I refuse to fight?" Vahanian asked.Dorran' eyes narrowed."Fight, and you'll die a warrior's death.Refuse, and I'll have you burned alive with the bodies of the men you killed.Any other questions?" At Vahanian's silence, Dorran clapped twice to call the troops to order."Let the first contestant come forward."Vahanian faced a Nargi soldier almost twice his size.The two began to slowly circle, each looking for an opening.As in the days of the betting games, neither carried a weapon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]