It matters nothing to me what YOU would do.

Matters to me only what I will to do." She pointed to the dead.
"Yuruk"-- the golden voice was cold--"gather up these carrion and pile them together." The eunuch arose, stole out fearfully from between the two stars.

He slithered to body after body, dragging them one after the other to the center of the chamber, lifting them and forming of them a heap.

One there was who was not dead.

His eyes opened as the eunuch seized him, the blackened mouth opened.
"Water!" he begged.