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. "Still do, sir."
Darll, tears running down both cheeks, wiped his nose.
"You know that when you free me, I'm going to kill you."
Graym patted Darll's shoulder. "Anybody would, sir"
Darll nodded, wept, belched, tried to say something
more, and fell asleep sitting up.
Graym lay down, rolled over on his back, and stared at
the stars. They were faint in the dusty air, but to Graym they
shone a little clearer every night. "I used to be afraid of
them," he said comfortably to himself. "They used to be
gods. Now they're just stars."
*****
When the sun came up the next morning, it rose with
what Graym heard as an ear-splitting crack.
He opened one eye as little as possible, then struggled
to his feet. "Isn't life an amazing thing?" he said shakily to
himself. "If you'd told me yesterday that every hair on my
head could hurt, I wouldn't have believed you."
Fenris stared out at the dusty field nearby and quavered,
"What's that terrible noise?"
Graym looked where Fenris was pointing and found the
source. "Butterflies."
Fenris nodded - a mistake. His eyes rolled back in his
head and he fell over with a thud. Fanris, beside him,
whimpered at the sound of the impact.
Graym, moving as silently as possible, crept over to
Darll, shook him by the shoulder. Darll's manacles rattled.
Darll flinched and opened two remarkably red eyes. "If
I live," he murmured fuzzily, "I'm going to kill you."
Graym sighed and rubbed his own head
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