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Good reliable men, men who would act as guardians over the child, not that
either of these large killers particularly wanted this menial task mind you.
Obviously both men knew only too well there was butchery in the offing, so,
and being slayers by trade not childminders naturally they wanted to be part of
this forthcoming carnage.
Still though the warriors could not complain as all was fair in their allotted task,
aye and this as straws were drawn.
Being so, they being the losers then their lot despite their bitter disappointment
was to act as babysitters until Barak’s eventual return.
As well as these two large reluctant childminders there was also an old witch
of a thing waiting in close attendance.
Why this ancient old crone was already lovingly bathing the child in warm sudsy
water, when Barak had turned about closing the door behind him to her small
flat roofed house.
Here was a brown skinned hook nosed old crone of a thing with a single eye
and a black leather patch over the place where once the other one had been.
Aye and also here was creature, whose black moustache was coming on quite
bushy enough to rival even that of any of the hairy faced Germans.
Still, no matter, as whatever the old woman lacked in teeth or outward
beauty,she nevertheless seemed kindly enough, oh aye and thankfully the child
seemed quite happy in her warm doting company.
Anyway a little while later it was under the sun of a blood red dawn when Barak
finally arrived back at the flesh peddlers sleeping encampment.
Cheerily mused, Barak as he looked skyward here was a most wonderful
breathtaking sort of dawn at that, oh aye yes indeed this was just a perfect morning
for killing folks.
Of course none of these brown eyed, hook nosed, camel eating men, those
lounging within the big black tents surrounding their masters abode would ever
live to see the beauty of that morn.
This as when once arrived at this silent sleeping encampment, the slayers plan
of course was a very simple and also a very brutal one, murder.
Aye, oh hell aye and it would be wholesale brutal bloody murder at that.
Next Barak accompanied by his big fearless German mercenaries, rode directly
at full gallop, in over then through the outlying tents which housed the sheiks
paid lackeys and protectors.
Oh and of course in true barbaric fashion, this howling loudly whilst screaming
like demented mad men as they did so.
All there on that bright chill red dawned morning, well apart from the slaves,
the women and children, were put very quickly to the sword or axe or whatever
else sharp and nasty was close at hand.

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