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And
he
brought
the
blade
down
in
a
wild
sweep
which
,
by
sheer
luck
,
gave
the
elephant
a
mild
flesh
wound
on
the
trunk
.
The
creature
awoke
from
its
pleasant
reflective
stupor
and
squealed
.
The
acolyte
turned
in
horror
to
look
at
two
tiny
bloodshot
eyes
squinting
down
the
length
of
an
enraged
trunk
,
and
cleared
the
altar
in
one
standing
jump
.
The
elephant
was
enraged
.
Vague
confusing
recollections
flooded
its
aching
head
,
of
fires
and
shouts
and
men
with
nets
and
cages
and
spears
and
too
many
years
hauling
heavy
tree
trunks
.
It
brought
its
trunk
down
across
the
altar
stone
and
somewhat
to
its
own
surprise
smashed
it
in
two
,
levered
the
two
parts
into
the
air
with
its
tusks
,
tried
unsuccessfully
to
uproot
a
stone
pillar
and
then
,
feeling
the
sudden
need
for
a
breath
of
fresh
air
,
started
to
charge
arthritically
down
the
length
of
the
hall
.
It
hit
the
door
at
a
dead
run
,
its
blood
loud
with
the
call
of
the
herd
and
fizzing
with
alcohol
,
and
took
it
off
at
the
hinges
.
Still
wearing
the
frame
on
its
shoulders
it
careened
across
the
courtyard
,
smashed
the
outer
gates
,
burped
,
thundered
through
the
sleeping
city
and
was
still
slowly
accelerating
when
it
sniffed
the
distant
dark
continent
of
Klatch
on
the
night
breeze
and
,
tail
raised
,
followed
the
ancient
call
of
home
.
Back
in
the
hall
there
was
dust
and
shouts
and
confusion
.
Cutwell
pushed
his
hat
out
of
his
eyes
and
got
to
his
hands
and
knees
.
’
Thank
you
,
’
said
Keli
,
who
had
been
lying
underneath
him
.
’
And
why
did
you
jump
on
top
of
me
?
’
’
My
first
instinct
was
to
protect
you
,
your
Majesty
.
’
’
Yes
,
instinct
it
may
have
been
,
but
—
’
She
started
to
say
that
maybe
the
elephant
would
have
weighed
less
,
but
the
sight
of
his
big
,
serious
and
rather
flushed
face
stopped
her
.
’
We
will
talk
about
this
later
,
’
she
said
,
sitting
up
and
brushing
the
dust
off
her
.
’
In
the
meantime
,
I
think
we
will
dispense
with
the
sacrifice
.
I
’
m
not
your
Majesty
yet
,
just
your
Highness
,
and
now
if
someone
will
fetch
the
crown
—
’
There
was
the
snick
of
a
safety
catch
behind
them
.
