He could do much with a sword...
Suddenly a third runner boy suddenly came hurrying past them both and
bowed in perfunctory manner as he quickly announced a breathlessly
gasped utterance to Rababull.
"Master, the great Physician is here!"
As Si'Wren lifted up her eyes slowly, her soul quailed at the sight of
Habrunt's upraised fist, yet still she stared submissively into his
tormented eyes, showing that never would she strive against nor resist
he to whom she looked up as to a light in the spiritual darkness for
all of her life however brief. If Habrunt could but know it, Si'Wren
trusted him even more than she ever did Master Rababull or any living
human being.
Then, Habrunt lowered his right fist slowly, as well as his head,
although his left fist remained clenched tightly immobile in Si'Wren's
crush of locks.
"Master, may I speak?" said Habrunt to the ground, as he maintained his
steady grip upon the unresisting girl whose eyes his own had no
strength to meet.
"Speak!" commanded Rababull impatiently. He was barely able to contain
himself in his rage and impatience to get it over with.
Habrunt hesitated further, and dared not look up at his Master as he
spoke.
"Most gracious and noble Master, was not this one greatly in thy favor
before?" pled Habrunt.
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