Chapter 94“Master? Master Shakespeare?”
When Shakespeare heard James' familiar voice, he drifted toward consciousness...and agony. As awareness slowly sifted back into his mind, he felt great draughts of pain throbbing everywhere within him. He remembered the beating Genghis had given him, and his heart filled with tides of shame and anger.
I'll see him dead, I swear it. I'll give back what he's given me this day with double the interest and more. His screams shall make the cries of God giving birth to the universe sound like the chirps of crickets in a field of hay.
"Master?"
Shakespeare opened his eyes and managed a pathetic smile with his battered and blood-caked face. "Where is he, James? Where is Genghis?"
"You look terrible, Master," said James. "Did Genghis do all this?
