The Dead Lands Page #2
Enter at your peril.
How old are you, boy?
Nearly sixteen seasons.
You are a dwarf, then.
Even small things can be useful...
You're funny.
Perhaps I should hang you above the fire,
keep you as my entertainment.
Or a tasty treat.
What do you think?
Nothing?
I caught this fellow hunting on my lands.
See what I did to him?
Why aren't you laughing, boy?
Why are you here?
Tell me...
...and I'll decide...
...whether to kill you
and eat you, or not.
I follow a man...
...he is called Wirepa.
Even now he walks through your lands...
...as if you do not exist.
Be quiet!
Mind those wives of mine, boy.
You know what they are doing?
They eat these mushrooms...
...and their heads fill with visions...
...and they talk to the dead.
Finish your story then...
...and we'll see if I eat you.
What is it?
A lizard on my staff...
...it is a bad omen.
Or not.
I told you we would be cursed.
This is proof.
The creature has polluted my weapon.
I cannot use it now.
We must leave this place.
Fool!
It is a genuine omen.
We are cursed...
...that is what it says.
You can hear it talk, can you?
Sleep.
Tomorrow we move on...
...and all will be as before.
The boy reminds you
of your own dishonour...
...that much is plain.
You won't escape this life so easily.
Until you die, I cannot kill myself.
I am trapped in this dishonour with you.
Seeing you suffer...
...is the only pleasure left to me.
Help the boy.
Why?
Give his blood to your ancestors.
Ask their forgiveness...
...so that you might join them in the afterlife.
And then we both can die.
Stupid woman!
You think a dwarf's blood...
...will make them forgive me
for what I have done?
Yes!
Because he is a prize.
He is a prize!
Because he is everything...
...that you are not.
We are going south...
...leaving this place.
Good.
I do not want to share my glory with you.
Go.
Well...
...anyone else want to go with them?
No? Then move.
I feel there is something wrong,
with these lands.
So what of it?
The spirits cry at us...
...and yet, what can they do?
Curse us?
It is they who were cursed...
...not us.
We should rest.
The monster!
Run!
The fat one should be slow enough for you!
Bravado is pointless...
...look where it got you!
Ah, the novice.
Come here!
Die nobly!
Come on boy, don't tickle him!
Watch this.
Greet your ancestors from me.
You weren't very good today.
In fact, you were hopeless.
But next time, you'll be better.
My father was right.
He knew I was no warrior.
You don't say.
His death...
...was not a noble one.
How else should he have died?
Like an animal,
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