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Clydus, Eleventh Emperor of the Chosen Realm, Arbiter of Life and Death, was facing death himself, and this churlish twerp was not making him happy.
The Apprentice of Medicine was demanding that Clydus swallow a bitter and stinking medicinal draft. Demanding!
Clydus let his head fall to his right, knowing that Bork would note the movement and understand his squinting signal. Bork should know the signal...he had been Personal Bodyguard to the Emperor for what?...forty years?
Bork moved behind the impertinent Apprentice and there was a whisking sound as his blade scythed the offender's head from his shoulders. Clydus smiled weakly in approval. His aged ears were still able to hear the sodden bouncing of the severed head. Bork might also be old, but he was still quite capable of decapitation.
"Bork," Clydus whispered.
Bork moved closer to his Master.
"Bork, this may have been the last execution that I will ever order."
"No, my Liege," Bork responded in a deep and sadly encouraging voice. "There will be many more who fall before you. You are the Arbiter!"
Clydus smiled and slowly patted Bork's scarred forearm. He would miss the big lug.
"Clyde? Clyde! Wakey, wakey! Time for your pills!" the nurse demanded. Demanded!
Clyde opened his eyes and re-entered his nondream realm. Oh, for a ticket out of this foul nursing home existence. Clyde let his head fall to his right, knowing that Bork wouldn't be there.
The Apprentice of Medicine was demanding that Clydus swallow a bitter and stinking medicinal draft. Demanding!
Clydus let his head fall to his right, knowing that Bork would note the movement and understand his squinting signal. Bork should know the signal...he had been Personal Bodyguard to the Emperor for what?...forty years?
Bork moved behind the impertinent Apprentice and there was a whisking sound as his blade scythed the offender's head from his shoulders. Clydus smiled weakly in approval. His aged ears were still able to hear the sodden bouncing of the severed head. Bork might also be old, but he was still quite capable of decapitation.
"Bork," Clydus whispered.
Bork moved closer to his Master.
"Bork, this may have been the last execution that I will ever order."
"No, my Liege," Bork responded in a deep and sadly encouraging voice. "There will be many more who fall before you. You are the Arbiter!"
Clydus smiled and slowly patted Bork's scarred forearm. He would miss the big lug.
"Clyde? Clyde! Wakey, wakey! Time for your pills!" the nurse demanded. Demanded!
Clyde opened his eyes and re-entered his nondream realm. Oh, for a ticket out of this foul nursing home existence. Clyde let his head fall to his right, knowing that Bork wouldn't be there.
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