May thedevil drink your blood in hell. The cries of the wounded and dying swelled in the Pandemonium ofdespair as men deserted their posts and fled among the trees. A young Sinhaleseinfantryman's right leg caught in a tree root as he fell, and wasfractured in a dozen places below the knee, the sharp splinters of bonesticking out of his shin. Their white maggots swarmed andwriggled so thickly in the rotting corpses that they appeared to moveas though they still lived.
Katinka continued to stand, her weight on one leg so that her pelviswas tilted at an enchanting angle, and there w I was there when the slavemasters came with their chains of sorrow. Where are you going, Gundwane? Aboli called after him. ColonelSchreuder will blame me for this, and when he does I'll come back toyou, Manseer! He turned on the line of convicts.
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