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Harold was in fact left-handed I had to restrainthat if I was burned at the stake, then Harold wouldn&039;t be doing any s of me in either case And as far as my filthy body was concerned-he hadn&039;t minded the look and smell of it until I had told him to take a hike Another phrase, by the way, that I think I invented There is a place for sarcasm and this was not one of them I stepped into the open and spoke steadily

"Now you keep your word and release him," I said

Lord Tensley did as requested, but it was a feint I knew the ed he would chase after Harold and either cut hiside me Still, Lord Tensley could not know about the horse I had waiting nearby, and for that reason I exchanged a long stare with Harold as they untied hiround Harold and I had a deep telepath?ic bond; it was another special element in our relation?ship Even with the pain of his wound and the pressure of the situation, he was able to sense my mind Coet to the cave He nodded slightly before turning and fleeing into the night Sadly, he left behind a trail of blood that I could sht, I turned my attention to Lord Tensley&039;s son, who had no reservations about looking at e as an ox He had one of those cheerful blank expressions that made me think that if his karma remained constant, then in his next life he would be a lineman for a professional football team and make two million dollars a year Never mind that at that time there was no football, or even dollars for thatfor It was reat destiny as quickly as possible, but I knew subtle suggestion would not work on his pri my eyes deep into his head, I said in a calm clear voice:

"Your father is the witch Kill him while you still can"

The boy spun and shoved his sword into his father&039;s gut A look of immense surprise shone on Lord Tensley&039;s face He turned to

"I know you&039;ve kept one of Harold&039;s paintings of ood for a witch, dont I?"

e tried to answer, but a glob of blood ca forward, Lord Tensley was dead before he hit the ground Half the knights fled right then, including the, athletic son, the other half stayed to fight I dealt with theely because I was in a hurry to get to Harold

But I was too late I found hi on his back beside the horse I had left for him The wound in the arm had punctured an artery, and he had bled to death My Harold-I was totime To this day I have never returned to Scotland

What was the ue with evilfor Eddie, with hisweird

Still, I do not knohat the moral of Krishna&039;s story is