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- Doomed I tell you!
- Shut up, will someone shut that head up now!
- Yes boss.
The wrap around Jobs head wasa wound harder and a few more layers of cloth placed around it to almost block all the noise.
- A small blessing, Petrus said, thank you Lateralus.
Lateralus dropped the head back in the cart and walked up beside Petrus again.
- You do not think there can be any truth in what he says?
- He has not given any proof of what he claims. All he has done is to scream doom and curse at people passing by. He is surely insane, as perhaps we are too for listening to him. For gods sake! He is a decapitated head, he should be quiet and starting to smell foul by now.
A screech made them look up.
- That is one big bird Petrus, he said.
- That my uneducated fellow is an eagle thought dead for eons, an ebon eagle. Descendant of the gods pets.
Petrus followed the eagles path until it disappeared among the clouds. Never had he thought he would see one of those creatures. His thoughts was brought back to reality by a heavy pounding in one of the crates. Another pounding almost lifted the lid of a crate and a wild howl was heard.
Lateralus and Petrus looked at each other in fright and grabbed hold of Josef and ran towards a ditch for shelter. Diving into the waistdeep muddy water a tremendous smash was heard and splinters of wood came flying across the air. The three men hid along the side of the ditch not daring to move and the pounding and breaking of wood continued for minutes.
A rip of fabric and then a terrified scream of Job was followed by a hissing sound and another wild howl. A few more minutes of smashing wood was ended by Jobs head being flinged through the air landing on the slope of the ditch beside the men. The heads eyes was glowing brightly and it was screaming as if it had seen the death of deaths.
After the head had gone quiet and the noices had died Petrus held his men down in the ditch for a long time before carefully peering up over the side of it. The crates were smashed to pieces, sand and straw spread wide. The cart was totally destroyed and the two horses lay slained on the ground, Petrus could not remember ever hearing the animals die. On the ground large clawed tracks lead of over the side of the road where they abruptly ended.
- Shut up, will someone shut that head up now!
- Yes boss.
The wrap around Jobs head wasa wound harder and a few more layers of cloth placed around it to almost block all the noise.
- A small blessing, Petrus said, thank you Lateralus.
Lateralus dropped the head back in the cart and walked up beside Petrus again.
- You do not think there can be any truth in what he says?
- He has not given any proof of what he claims. All he has done is to scream doom and curse at people passing by. He is surely insane, as perhaps we are too for listening to him. For gods sake! He is a decapitated head, he should be quiet and starting to smell foul by now.
A screech made them look up.
- That is one big bird Petrus, he said.
- That my uneducated fellow is an eagle thought dead for eons, an ebon eagle. Descendant of the gods pets.
Petrus followed the eagles path until it disappeared among the clouds. Never had he thought he would see one of those creatures. His thoughts was brought back to reality by a heavy pounding in one of the crates. Another pounding almost lifted the lid of a crate and a wild howl was heard.
Lateralus and Petrus looked at each other in fright and grabbed hold of Josef and ran towards a ditch for shelter. Diving into the waistdeep muddy water a tremendous smash was heard and splinters of wood came flying across the air. The three men hid along the side of the ditch not daring to move and the pounding and breaking of wood continued for minutes.
A rip of fabric and then a terrified scream of Job was followed by a hissing sound and another wild howl. A few more minutes of smashing wood was ended by Jobs head being flinged through the air landing on the slope of the ditch beside the men. The heads eyes was glowing brightly and it was screaming as if it had seen the death of deaths.
After the head had gone quiet and the noices had died Petrus held his men down in the ditch for a long time before carefully peering up over the side of it. The crates were smashed to pieces, sand and straw spread wide. The cart was totally destroyed and the two horses lay slained on the ground, Petrus could not remember ever hearing the animals die. On the ground large clawed tracks lead of over the side of the road where they abruptly ended.
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