"Not so, Slavemaster! Witness another miracle, the stayed hand of
justice. The high price of her sale is needed to pay for the cost of
the broken jade goddess. With her unsullied beauty, Si'Wren shall bring
much money in the slave market, when I sell her myself to some
wretched, stinking, foul-breathed old man with rotten teeth and many
diseases, and gold coins for eyes."
At this, Habrunt stifled his rage but still dared not so much as
protest.
"Forsaking that, there remains but one way to appease my nagging
curiosity," declared Master Rababull with bitter sarcasm, "and may the
gods strike me dead this very day if I have ruled unjustly..."
At long last, Master Rababull suddenly lashed out with his whip and
brought it snapping around with expert timing, catching an unprepared
Habrunt fully across the side of the head.
CRACK!!
Although he did not cry out, Habrunt's head jerked as the whip left a
red gash across his head and he fell cowering across the stone steps
with his forearms across his face, fearful of being blinded if he
should be struck another blow like that one again.
"Aye!" triumphed Master Rababull. "The most memorable sound in the
world, is the sound of the lightning bolt to be found at the end--"
CRACK!! "--of a whip!!" Master Rababull grunted, gasping from his
exertion with the bull whip.
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