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quite a few more answers to the questions that I had.
After waiting five minutes, they all bundled in, surprised to see me there waiting.
'What was all of that about?' I asked angrily. 'Some innocent child gets killed and I get killed as well.'
'How was reincarnation?' Bartholomew asked.
I didn't know if he was being serious or sarcastic. I growled in response and marched up to the soldier that had sent the spear through my body.
'I don't know what I'm going to do with you,' I said hotly. 'I could easily kill you here and make it look like an accident. Take out your organs for the world to see. Murder your family and hang them upside down for the town to see how cruel I am. But I couldn't do that. Though people like you could. Never have I met such an embarrassment to my people.'
'I am sorry Shaman,' he tried to apologise.
There was so much hatred building up inside of me. All it needed was a spell and he would be
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dead.
'Sorry? How does that make it any better? You killed a person. An innocent person!'
'I think you need to calm down,' Bartholomew said quietly.
'Calm down? How can I calm down? Do you expect me to be happy by this? Do you expect me to dance around in a circle jumping for joy? Do you want a medal for it?'
'No.'
'Well then!' I roared. 'I will not have people like you ruining the army. I told you not to hurt them.'
'I couldn't have done anything about that. It was too late. He was already dead.'
'And I suppose your soldiers had the permission to kill anyone they felt like? They were only meant to bring them back here. The army had been defeated - I defeated them. There was no one else to kill.'
'Please Shaman you must understand. He could have been a threat.'
I was disgusted. 'A threat? What do you mean
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