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Never again would she be a slave to him, endure his
beatings, or have him clutch her in his filthy arms.
Gorath's eyes were sour and mean. He laughed cruelly.
"So you want to die together. How touching! I'll grant your
wish as long as you die first, Starglow, so Meadow can
watch the blood pour from your body. Revenge! I want
revenge!"
Gorath began to drool as he walked toward the lovers, who
pulled closer together. He lifted his sword higher and
higher. Meadow dug her feet into the soil and held the
sword in front of her, gripping it with both hands.
All at once Gorath noticed that an intruder sat between
him and his intended victims.
He stopped and tried to figure out where this large,
mangy dog had come from. There had been no dog in this
clearing just a moment before. And what a strange dog it
was. Gorath suspected it was a red-rover, but it was the
only red-rover he'd ever seen sporting a shaggy tail with a
snow-white tip.
The dog sat perfectly still, its tongue hanging out the
right side of its mouth.
"Call off your dog, Starglow," Gorath threatened, "or
I'll chop it into a million pieces!"
"But I have no dog," replied Starglow, puzzled.
"Wh . . . what dog?" asked Meadow, also bewildered
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