The Reversion of the Beast Folk.
Pain, no Master, no Whips for ever again.’ So they say. But I know, Master, I know.”
I felt in the darkness, and patted the Dog-man‘s head. “It is well,” I said again.
“Presently you will slay them all,” said the Dog-man.
“Presently,” I answered, “I will slay them all,—after certain days and certain things have come to pass. Every one of them save those you spare, every one of them shall be slain.”
“What the Master wishes to kill, the Master kills,” said the Dog-man with a certain satisfaction in his voice.
“And that their sins may grow,” I said, “let them live in their folly until their time is ripe. Let them not know that I am the Master.”
“The Master‘s will is sweet,” said the Dog-man, with the ready tact of his canine blood.
“But one has sinned,” said I. “Him I will kill, whenever I may meet him. When I say to you, ‘That is he,’ see that you fall upon him. And now I will go to the men and women who are assembled together.”
For a moment the opening of the hut was
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