Even – whispers Odd, bleeding heavily from his torn side, bleeding
into the silence that has suddenly smothered the entire ship, lost at
sea – stay here with me brother…
hand goes out to where his eyes don’t dare, he touches his twin who is
fading even faster:
sobering up from their insanity circle the dying boys, with Libero, as
black as a crow, his head down
Odd… - moans Even – I’m here for you.
hands join, fingers entwine and with a soft groan they die, their curled
up bodies glisten in the pool of blood. Malchick, the dwarf gets to
their side in time to cry.
Look at them – sniggers Maddick in his new found sanity – split like
this they don’t look special at all…
And thus – says the man with an axe in his head – it all ends.
Yes – says Even – but does it have to be such a sad story?
Not to worry – answers Odd – it’ll only be sad for a while.
And the maimed Deliverance, with a sigh of relief slides off the treacherous rock stabbing its belly, and slowly, ever so slowly glides across the open water like a swan or a ghost.