The Huntsman knelt beside Benito and frowned. “I am dead,” Benito said. “Not yet,” Jacob said. “I can finish you, if you like. It would be a mercy.” “No,” Benito said. “Thank you, but I believe I will lie here and look at the sky. It’s very clear and bright today.” But Jacob had already risen and stepped out of Benito’s line of sight. Benito tried to move his head, to see where the Huntsman had gone, but his muscles didn’t respond. He decided that was fine. He didn’t need to look at the ugly old man.
