A life for Vallia had been given, given willingly, but that life was gone, snuffed out, and Barty Vessler would never rush eagerly, honorably and joyously headlong into adventure at my side, not ever again.
“Barty,” I said. I just felt stupid. Delia held me.
Korero bellowed at me. “The battle is won! They flee!”
“That,” I said. “Is very good, by Zair.”
And, as I spoke in a strange stupefied whisper, I saw a glistening red scorpion waddle out contemptuously from under the ancient stones.
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