“I can see what needs to be done and I can help, father.  May I?”

   Reancore wasn’t quite sure what he meant, James was not aggressive and wouldn’t hurt a fly.  “Go on,” he said, curious to see what he would do.

   Tarth had accepted his fate and put his axe in its harness on his back.  He stood before Reancore II and waited for the final blow.  In the end he prayed to the Great Father for forgiveness, “I’m sorry my lord for my dishonor and accept what you have planned for me now, all I can hope for is that I will see my love in the afterlife, Hell or Heaven.”

   “It’ll...

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