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. Torbin waited, but the minotaur would not
speak. Instead, he commenced once more with his carving.
The knight sat and watched him for a few minutes more,
and then he stood up. The minotaur paid him no mind and
went on carving another shaft. Torbin returned to his horse
and mounted up.
He rode away without looking or speaking to the
minotaur again.
The mayor, the chief fisherman, and the tax collector
were all waiting for him. As he rode up to them, he noticed
how their eyes kept returning to the sword in his sheath. He
remembered his earlier promise and gritted his teeth. The
mayor stepped forward.
"Is the beast dead, then? Would that I had been there!
We feared for you - such a silly thing! Did you severe his
head from his body? Campos!" The chief fisherman
trundled forward, picking his yellowed teeth as he walked.
"Have some of your boys drag the carcass back here! We'll
put it where all can see it!"
"The minotaur is not dead."
Torbin might well have demanded the mayor's firstborn
child by the look on the man's pudgy face. The chief
fisherman looked grim and spat. The tax collector smiled
knowingly.
"Not dead?! Wounded? Run off, has he?"
This part was even more difficult for Torbin to get out
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