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Red, my eyes weep the tears of vengeance denied. Perhaps only postponed. | Red, my eyes weep the tears of vengeance denied. Perhaps only postponed. | ||
β | He comes to me. Tiger. Fur thick as a forest, warm as the sun. Blood hot on his tongue. And I? I am his champion, Borlak, | + | He comes to me. Tiger. Fur thick as a forest, warm as the sun. Blood hot on his tongue. And I? I am his champion, Borlak, King of the Flowing Horde of the Rentar. Rightful King of Amber. |
Behind me a million horseman, 10 million slaves, and a billions dead. Do I care? No. I take the women I want, or the young boys, and give them to the others when I am done. We do not slay a pretty wench till she is long past use. Then she goes into the grinder to feed the dogs. Ours is not a wasteful life. I have too many mouths to feed to waste meat, or to waste beef on dogs. | Behind me a million horseman, 10 million slaves, and a billions dead. Do I care? No. I take the women I want, or the young boys, and give them to the others when I am done. We do not slay a pretty wench till she is long past use. Then she goes into the grinder to feed the dogs. Ours is not a wasteful life. I have too many mouths to feed to waste meat, or to waste beef on dogs. |