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memory faded, letting go of Brutha's vocal chords.
"That kind?" Brutha finished.
"It won't take any notice of us once it's fed," said Om.
"Yes?"
"They go to sleep."
"After feeding-?"
Brutha looked round at Vorbis, who was slumped against a rock.
"Feeding?" he repeated.
"It'll be a kindness," said Om.
"To the lion, yes! You want to use him as bait?"
"He's not going to survive the desert. Anyway, he's done much worse to thousands of people. He'll be dying for a good
"No! You can't do that to people just because they're helpless!"
"You know, I can't think of a better time?"
There was another growl from the rock pile. It sounded closer.
Brutha looked down desperately at the scattered bones. Among them, half-hidden by debris, was a sword. It was old, and not well-made, and scoured by sand. He picked it up gingerly by the blade.
"Other end," said Om.cause.""A good cause?""I like it."There was a growl, from somewhere in the stones. It wasn't loud, but it was a sound with sinews in it. Brutha backed away."We don't just throw people to the lions!""He does.""Yes. I don't.""All right, we'll get on top of a slab and when the lion starts on him you can brain it with a rock. He'll probably get away with an arm or a leg. He'll never miss it."