When he heard crying, and calls for help, Corax spotted some of his fellow Dacians running toward him – men, women, and children with whom he had lived and worshipped the gods.
A little boy came to the fore, the one who helped him at the temple.
“You are safe now,” Corax said as he spread his arms wide to usher them all into the temple sanctuary of Zalmoxis.
The boy shook his head, reached beneath his cloak and produced a dagger.
Before Corax realized it, he felt the blade’s handle protruding from his gut, the blood pouring out as the men and women heaved him up, his blood washing over them. Into the temple they went, and placed him upon the stone altar.
He could not hear a thing as they beat him, and stabbed at his body.
When they were finished, they stepped back to make way for the
