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eunuch’s voice, thin and reedy—the priest from Messina, black-cassocked and filthy. “That devil is still out there.” The man who answers is a giant, his frame shrouded in a mail haubergeon and a coat-of-plates; he has a patrician nose and eyes that have seen death. “Devil?” he replies, scoffing. “I’ll bugger your devil, priest! He is nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing! A milk-livered whore’s son!”
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Grimnir looked at each man, in turn; he sucked his teeth. “You couldn’t take my head with twice the louts you have, now. Ha! My head’s safe as a babe at its mother’s teat.”
a hate-fueled machine of slaughter.
