With an expulsion of breath that was not a sigh but something deeper, like the whistle of death the daimon makes escaping within the avenue of the throat, he released Alexandros’ life-fled form and settled it gently upon the scarlet cloak spread beneath it on the earth. With his right hand he clasped that of the youth who had been his charge and protege since the morn of his birth. “You forgot about our hunt, Alexandros.”
