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"Tomorrow, honor will be returned. No longer will they
hold their heads in shame." The final word sounded almost
like a curse. The minotaur threw his latest effort far into the
sea. He watched it hit with an unruly splash and then vanish
from sight.
Torbin found himself oddly concerned. "What happens
tomorrow?"
"Is it pride or love? Is it honor or fear?" The man-beast
stood. For the first time, Torbin noticed the small, neat
stack of short spears. Each point had been finely honed.
The best of the minotaur's work. "Forgive me if I leave you
so soon. I have preparations to make which must be made
in private. I ask you not to follow me. I will harm no one."
Torbin protested, but the minotaur held up one massive,
clawed paw. "I know what the village thinks. They are
humans, after all, with human idiocies. Let them believe
what they wish to believe. Come the morrow, they will
know the truth of things."
The minotaur chose two of the sharpened sticks and
hefted them, his skill and knowledge evident as he dropped
one in favor of another. Eventually satisfied with two, he
trudged off toward the woods, his huge feet leaving deep
holes in the soft ground. Torbin estimated him to be well
over seven feet when standing upright, seven feet of
fighting minotaur, undoubtedly a champion among his race
if he so chose
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