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No, oh no, he was at long last finally done with the warfare and killing, now
hopefully if things went as planned which so far they had, then that part of his
violent life was over and done with forever.
This as for now at long last the giant had finally finished with the fighting of
other mens or other nations battles and wars.
For at this very moment in time, no, no at least more than likely forever their
petty but nevertheless dangerous disputes no longer concerned him at all.
As now at long last those gore filled, blood soaked years were to Barak no more
than a thing of the past.
Only sinister dark shadows of a brutal life that he once used to live, though for
his many sins the slayer grudgingly admitted to himself it was a brutal life he
once thrived upon.
Hassan, his adopted son was perhaps some ten or eleven years of age now, here
was a bright cheery child, a child whose company the ogre greatly cherished.
Aye Hassan, now there indeed was a desert name for a desert boy, a small olive
skinned black curly haired boy he was at that.
Alas Hassan was a boy who was sold into cruel heartless slavery when he was
little more than a baby.
Perhaps what was sadder still, he was also a little boy who had been bought
sold and bartered for then sold on again and again.
In fact, all those tragic years ago the small frightened boy was treated in exactly
the same way and in no different a manner than perhaps that of a donkey or a
goat.
Shamefully the child was merely something to be bartered for over again and
again, then yet again, this as Hassan at days end was only an object not a person.
Barak, some years ago on a mission for Rome had discovered the young Hassan
dressed in flea ridden rags cowering under the side covers of a sheik’s lavish
tent.
Unwashed, uncared for and unloved at this particular time in his life the small
boy was perhaps no more than three to four years of age.
Inwardly at once the giant had seethed with anger at the young child’s obvious
neglect and his sad pathetic condition.
The very degradation and callous hardship of this child’s very existence had
caused the ogre to fume with a burning anger inside of his huge being.
Quite naturally the giant’s first thought was that of instant butchery, indeed the
wholesale slaughter and slaying of those heartless slavers and child thieves.
Quickly though, Barak reasoned this would not at all be a good way to introduce
himself to the small child with the big brown eyes and a mop of black curly hair.

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