Epic Heroic Fantasy that's FREE to READ the whole series. Realms of Kyre, Book 9 - "Adam's Landing"
- Trevor Watts
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The rooms within the Great Mansgard were small suites with sitting and day areas, like apartments, with beds, with washing and toileting side-rooms. All well-decorated, furnished well, each with a terrified, battered woman: some young; some mature; some childlike. ‘Oh, fruggfruggfrugg. The vaggards are raping the entire realm.’
In most rooms there was a man; or men. Like the women, naked; but not chained or roped; not spread out or hung up; not petrified with terror. But laughing and eating, drinking and toying with their women prisoners.
One by one, Kyre scoured the rooms through the ground floor, replacing the ravished and tortured women with castrated men; screaming and terrified blinded men; bleeding, howling-faced men with no throats, littering the floors and beds. In such a small space as the Residenkija guest rooms, the stench of their blood filled the air – along with the shike that some managed first.’
None, so far, on the ground floor, was Kima. His fear for her rose. ‘If she is like this, I shall wipe out the Treming Lands – they’ll be Trembling Lands, right enough.
And, as the dire time passed, and Kyre searched for Kima and other prisoners of the Tremings, the terrified prisoners, men and women, were one-by-one; or two-by-two, replaced by gutted men.
A dagger and the sword were equally efficient at disposing of their worthless lives, and releasing the women’s bonds – every one tethered in some way.
To the blades, it made no difference if they sliced through ropes or throats; genitals or leather strapping.
Shocked women and girls sat on their beds, crying, gasping, choking in horror, not knowing what was happening around them – one beat they were being raped, the next the man had been torn away; penis and testes ripped away – head severed – eyes rammed with a dagger – anything that spouted blood.
A few realised – and insanely beat at their tormenters – dead or alive, man or sudden eunuch. Others collapsed, sobbing. Some gazed, minds closed, at the empty realm.
None, yet, was Kima;
'Hear me, Khhan of the Hunelsh.'
‘This is the grey world that you shall live in for ever. Khahn. This is what you have brought upon all your people. The Hunelsh are destined to remain in the cold greyness through all time. I shall chop to pieces every single Hunelsh that exists in this world. You will forever wander, in fragments that search for themselves. For ever.’
Qanah was trembling as he re-entered the realms of warmth and light. ‘You... you cannot. For one Helshar – one outsider.’
‘You gave your word – your oath, False Khahn.’
‘A nothing, by the eyes of Nered, who may alter the meaning of anything said to, or by, a Helshar. And Shuva, who sees the true right of the Hunelsh in swearing the oath. It means nothing between Hunelsh and Helshar.’
‘You intended this all along.’ Emptier than ever, Kyre stared at the man who was condemning himself to eternal cold and grey wandering. ‘Now is your time.’ The garrotte wire fitted round the Khahn’s neck, and fixed neatly to a trophy pole beside the well.
‘And now it begins...’
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