Sarai flailed through the air, crashing brutally on the ground several metres away, and this brought tears to Eli’s eyes as he fought to remain conscious.
“You bastard!” he hissed furiously.
The God looked down at him with diabolic cruelty on his face.
“You dare touch my disciples, you earthling dog?” the God roared. “Bring him to the shore! Lay him on the rocks! Bring the w***e too!”
Eli was barely aware of what was happening. Consciousness was like a fleeing gazelle he tried to cling to as his vision was blurred by darkness and brief spaces of light. He still could not move his limbs as the men tied ropes around his shoulders and dragged him on the ground towards the group of jagged rocks on the shore.
Others held Sarai by the hair and dragged her on the harsh sands to the shore.
