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various members of the patrol took turns pulling him. Had
they not been convinced that he must have information of
some sort, they would have gladly killed him in order to
speed up their retreat even more.
At some point during the trek, Garrick could hold out
no longer. His head felt like it was bursting. The woods
became unbearably hot. He was no longer able to
coordinate his movements, nor could he even tell what was
happening around him.
Mercifully, the entire world chose to go black.
Cold reality struck him in the face and dripped down
his neck. Garrick shivered and tried to focus his eyes. The
light of midday burned into his very mind, forcing him to
close his eyes once more. He tried to stand, but found
himself bound tight to some sort of chair. Someone stirred.
"Shall I throw another bucket in his face, General?"
The voice was as cold as it was commanding. "I think
not. If our knight is anything of a man, he will open his eyes
and face us. Still, if he is a coward, perhaps another bucket
of water would be . . ."
Garrick gritted his teeth and forced himself to look into
the light, despite the agony it caused him each moment.
After seeing nothing but glare for the first few seconds, he
was eventually able to make out two figures
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