For the first time in his long brutal life, Gentry felt fear, sensing the righteous hatred that penetrated Caedrasp’s soul. Pleading for mercy, Gentry begged Caedrasp for his life, futilely offering him money and land if he would only spare him. Instead, Caedrasp pushed Gentry’s hobbled giant form steadily backward until Gentry was standing with his back to the great fire that the soldiers had built to burn the village.
‘Now, I will show you the same mercy you showed these innocents.’ Striking out with his sword once and again, Caedrasp severed the great sinews at the back of Gentry’s left leg, leaving him helpless upon his back. Bending down, he spat into his face before he gestured to his fellow troopers, and they threw his body onto the bonfire. Screaming, Gentry tried to roll out, but
