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two men with him were apparently seeking relief from the midday heat in the shade of the trees. That alone marked them for foreigners, leaving aside their pale skins and outlandish costumes. Shade brought little relief from the humid swelter. The trees simply cut down the slight breeze and provided a haven for insects.
Looking at him, Kungas was struck again by the disparity between the man and his position.
Weirdest general I ever saw. Too young by half, and twice as deadly as any general I ever met. That man is pure murder with a sword.
Thoughts of deadliness drew Kungas' eyes to the general's companions. They were standing a few feet away from their leader, in the posture of guards.
Kungas examined the one on the left first—the smaller one.
I do believe that is the wickedest-looking man I ever saw in my life. Like the world's meanest mongoose.
He transferred his gaze to the one on the right—the huge one.
Legends live. The great ogre of the Himalayas walks among us. With a face carved out of the very stone of the a