Shoving the foot into his chest for Gilead to hold, Kir went back and gave a few last orders.
"Tie him to the horse, open the gate and tell the other walls to open the way so they leave the Archduke's territory discreetly..... Give only one torch too. Or they will die too quick for my taste."
Quiet, the men bowed to proceed with the given orders aloof to Sire Kir's attitude after such a scene.
"Go treat that mushroom you got as nose... If I were you I would prefer dying out there. Kir... He'll make you mop his waste with your tongue now, khkhkh.." — Pacing to heed the Sire's orders, Sid told Gilead who barely could stand.
"..... we.. We'll.. see..."
"?! Oi!"
Finally fainting, he realised his forehead was also bleeding as a trace of it lowered his lid watching the four disposable horses taking his old Lord as his leg painted the path he was taken towards.
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