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HELP! HELP! Has anyone read Death of a Darklord? I don't understand how they changed bodies!! domokun (well I know it was the amulet, but I mean it said he stabbed Konrad, but then that means his body would be dead so why switch? really confusing)
I believe this will be all the information anyone needs to help me out here sweatdrop
Harkon smiled, even white teeth flashing in his dark face. "I have given you my word that none of the others will be harmed. I want only Konrad Burn." "Why him?" Harkon shrugged, a somehow graceful gesture in the tall man. "He is handsome, young, strong. He can travel beyond the boundaries of Kartakass. You can't tell me as a bard you have not longed to escape this prison, to travel the lands your friend Jonathan and his gypsy woman have told you of. The songs I could sing. The tales to be told. Think of it, Calum." "But to possess his body? What becomes of Konrad when you are inside him?" "He will get my body." Harkon glided round the bed. Calum could only move his eyes to follow the bard. "Don't you think my body a fair trade for his?" Calum did. It was a strong, healthy body. "If you truly command some . . . sorcery that will switch your body with Konrad's, but not harm him, why not ask him? Why not gain his cooperation?" "Do you really think he would agree? Our angry, honor-bound Konrad?"
Konrad turned to look, and Harkon slid a hiden dagger into the man's heart. Konrad gave a wordless cry, and his axe dropped from suddenly nerveless hands. Harkon lowered the dying man to the floor, holding him close. He grabbed the amulet and tossed it over Konrad's neck. "Sleep. Sleep forever, my suspicious friend." Something hit him in the chest, like a club. Harken stared down to find a knife in his chest. Konrad’s hand slipped away from it, and he fell backward, collapsing to the floor. Harkon grabbed at the knife, trying to stop the blood. It bubbled, hot and wet. He tore it out of' chest with a scream. Blood poured over his hands. Darkness ate at his vision. Harkon fell forward, on hands and knees. He tried to change into wolf form, but it was too late. He was dying. No, he was dead. It was his last thought before the darkness ate light.
Calum stood in the small paved courtyard, breathing the faint growing smells of the meadows just outside of town. A sound made him turn. It was Konrad. He came to stand beside him, gazing down past the city walls. It was so like old times that Calum did not question, did not want to break the silence and be strangers once again. "Did you really think I died in Cortton?" The voice was Konrad's; the words were not. Calum turned and found Konrad's face, but the smile on those lips . . . "Harkon!" The smile widened. "At your service." He made a low, sweeping bow that looked odd without one of his plumed hats.
Risaharadamousey · Fri Aug 03, 2007 @ 04:38am · 0 Comments |
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