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“I,” said Brightboon, “I will flog your mother and father until their entrails bleed from their backs, and then I shall feed you on them until your innards burst.”
A few of them nodded sagely.
“I will spit you on a stake through your belly, and then force your wife to eat your entrails, while I begin to eat her alive!” Farborn screamed, stabbing a finger into Brightboon’s cheek.
The clan murmured appreciatively. All at once, they turned to look expectantly at Bluewing, the weight of their eyes upon him.
“I,” he said, “will marry you to my wife.”