For all of his great
size, the stupid oaf wasn't half the man that Habrunt was--or at least,
had been. Now, too late, Habrunt was worthless, crippled for life by
Master Rababull's own hand, just when he was needed the most, and now
it looked like he had a real battle on his hands!
A fight for water rights. No deadlier contest could there possibly be
than this. Kadrug promised first no water at all and then a flash
flood, unless paid much gold and silver. And of course, it would not
end with that. Unless he won this battle, he was as one already
destroyed.
"Send for my sons!" commanded Master Rababull. "While they are coming,
see that the war god is brought out and a human sacrifice prepared, and
slay and burn two of my bullocks! Have the slaves assembled at the
temple where I will make obeisance and pray for victory. Issue spears,
swords, shields, whetstones, and bows, for today we march on Kadrug at
the sluice gates!"
Prut clapped his right fist across his huge hairy chest and declared in
a loud and perpetually hoarse voice to the wall behind Master Rababull,
"I hear and obey, oh Master!"
Then Prut turned and ran out swiftly on his long hairy legs. As he
departed beyond view, there came the sounds of heavy blows and
shoutings as Prut knocked down several unfortunates who happened to be
blocking his path.
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