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. I will make Ssaras give you a
swift, painless cut across the throat. Yes, that would be
much better, much more efficient, I think."
Garrick virtually ground the words out with his teeth. "I
demand death in combat - with you, unless you're afraid."
One mailed fist went for a weapon. The general was
barely able to restrain himself. He slowly released his grip
on the hilt of his sword.
"Very well. I shall grant your request for death."
The torturer looked at him in shock. "Master! Think
what you say! This is a trick!"
"It is the request of a dead man, Ssaras! If he wishes to
fight me, then so he shall. It will give me some little
amusement before I begin final preparations for our
departure. Untie him, Ssaras."
"Lord master Krynos, powerful warlord, I beg - "
"Untie him - unless, of course, you think that I am
incapable of defeating one such as he."
Ssaras moved over to Garrick and pulled out a knife.
For a brief moment, the draconian eyed the knight's
unprotected throat. A frown appeared on the reptilian's face
as it tried in vain to discern something.
"I'm waiting, Ssaras."
The draconian hurried about its work. The strangling
bonds fell away. Slowly, carefully, Garrick rose from the
chair he had been tied to for at least four days
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