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He no longer felt frightened

It gave him a sense of power to hold the head which, in life, was the repository of Balduur's soul and, in death, its prison Balduur was his captive He placed the head on the table and set about the second part of his task

He feltto scare him, even if it was only recently detached from its body He didn't like Red Hand Little boys spoke about hiiven him and folded back the red cloth

He knehat he would see and it didn't frighten him The former Head Master of the Catti looked uessed the red ant to believe he was about to be killed He took the head by the hair and transferred it to the black box with the golden disc Then he wrapped Balduur's head in the red cloth and hurried from the room with it

A fire blazed in the chariot enclosure, illu the north wall of the Great Hall A chariot stood beside it The sides were caved in and a body lay upon it Tonised the corpse as the former Head Master of the Catti

Red Hand lay upon a broken spar His head and part of his cloak wereToe fire was burning What he saw filled hined to the fla taken froolden disc Museums in his former realm would pay a fortune for such an artefact As Tom watched, a ilded horse and tossed it into the flarasped at his cloak

'Knock off the Great Poof's head'

Tom surveyed the sea of expectant faces and felt more than a bit confused The beer at the pub and the mead at dinner had worked havoc with hisface and guessed that hat they were talking about He clambered onto the cart, reached for the disc, and heard the roar of approval as he dragged it froned it to the fla wildly A tre frohter Touessed he was drunk Then she heard another sound: a softer and ing She climbed out of bed and put on the clothes that had been laid out for her