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I stood there amazed. My brother had hit rock bottom. Thankfully, no one else had heard this. It would have been absolute mayhem if the tribe knew of what had happened to the greatest warrior that had ever lived.
'It will come between the two sides,' Porta said gently. 'You are in the worst position - you live to finish the Dakini Shaman but in the process, finish your brother? Without her, he will diminish into the ash from whence he came.'
'But I cannot just sit back.'
'Oh no - there are many other things to do. Don't worry I'm sure it will all be clearer in time.'
'And your grandson? How will that become any clearer? How can I live knowing that one of my own has killed an innocent person?'
'It was a mistake I guess.'
'That is something it could not be. It was done with cold blood. I cannot and will not have those kind of people under my rule.'
There was a loud creak.
'I am sorry you had to see his mangled body
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but it is the only way in which you could see how corrupt your army is. You wouldn't have believed otherwise. I am sorry to bring such -'
There was an angry cry and one of the soldiers burst in, spear in his hand.
'You told her! You mangy cow!' he shouted. 'May you reside in hell!'
He thrust the spear forward.
I don't know what happened, but I moved quickly until I was in front of Porta and in the path of the travelling spear.
The spear struck below my rip cage. I fell to the ground in shock.
'Shaman!' he said weakly. The room seemed to go all fuzzy until it blacked out. Then there was a binding flash of light.
*
I reincarnated in not a very happy mood. I stomped over to the temple, demanding to know where Bartholomew was and the soldier that had 'killed' me. I was also interested in where Porta was. I was sure she would have
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