He wiped, with sticky hands, at the mess ofcrimson that covered his jacket, then at his face, spreading the bloodinto a scarlet carnival mask. He was dizzy and confused with lust and longing, buthis desire had infected her. This beating is but a little thing, the play of children compared towhat must follow. Itseemed that, in that instant, the boy had become a man, had grown instature so that he stood chin to chin and eye to eye with his darkadversary.
He turned with relief when Schreuderentered the tent and made deep and respectful obeisance, first to thePrince and then to El Grang. Do not let this adulation turn your head, oh Chosen One, Hal told himsourly in English. No, Gundwane, we should not mourn him, you and I. No, Gundwane, we should not mourn him, you and I.
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