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. But now he suddenly
found himself paralyzed from the neck down and the
prisoner of an old lady who kept him strapped to a chair in
her gloomy, windowless shack in the Forest of Wayreth.
What an indignity!
He thought back to when his bad fortune began.
Was it yesterday morning or early afternoon when he
awoke from a drunken stupor to find that Meadow had fled
his tent? He was so stunned by her brazen act that at first all
he could do was scream, "Revenge! I want revenge!"
No wonder her escape troubled him so much. With her
long, flowing black hair, alluring green eyes, slim figure,
and delicate features, Meadow was the loveliest female he
had ever abducted during a raid of the Que-shu tribe.
Moreover, she had already lived longer than any of the
previous women he'd captured, although he had worked her
endlessly and beat her mercilessly.
In Gorath's twisted mind, Meadow had actually
BETRAYED him by running away and deserved to be
punished severely. Gorath never forgave anyone for what
he believed was a wrong action against him. In the past, he
had sworn revenge on dragonarmy soldiers he suspected of
talking mutiny behind his back, friends he suspected of
trying to steal his women, and even his brothers, who he
suspected of plotting his death so that they could confiscate
his goods
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