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In this immediate instance though, this blunder was seemingly so the sheik had
wrongly thought was of no real particular matter.
But oh how much in error a man can be.
Barak only a little while later after collecting the child, rode silently away from
the campfires of the lord of the shifting sands, this with only the very darkest of
intentions fixed in his big bucket sized head.
It was a brooding, glowering Barak who left that place, riding on for a while at
a steady canter, until at length by pure chance eventually arriving at a small,
white walled, red roofed village.
Perhaps there were only a dozen small houses here, aye only a single street
really made up this small residence.
Here was a veritable oasis flung out into the vast desert lying silently in the
middle of nowhere.
In the meanwhile, until the slayers arrival at this village, the little child had sat
silently in front of Baraks saddle, indeed the boy was almost upon the horse’s
neck.
Should the boy have chosen to speak on this short journey, if indeed the child
could string a sentence together that was?
Well then of course Barak, could and would of answered the child back, oh aye
and this answer would be spoken in the child’s own tongue.
As Arabic was only one of many languages the giant had mastered over his
many years of warring and roaming the much troubled earth in the service of
Rome, or indeed anyone else who could afford his services.
Strangely though, the small boy had showed more curiosity than fear as he
peered upward with obvious wonderment at the ogres somewhat strange and
sinister appearance.
Seemingly spellbound, the child gazed silently at the huge fearsome man with
the many vivid tattoos and the fanged teeth.
Barak back then had riding behind him at his broad back no more than a dozen
good fighting men for company at that particular time.
The slayer you must understand was at that moment in time resting between
glorious wars and bloody battles for the noble Roman Emperor Septimius Severus.
This last battle the great ogre had recently and just victoriously completed was
a brief but nevertheless a bloody affair.
Now though with this campaign over and done with, well, just as ever and
always the slayer was paid most handsomely for his efforts.
Barak in the meanwhile had waited a little impatiently in the North African
Desert hoping for another campaign to soon start, aye and this with a little luck
before total boredom set in.

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