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| 14 | 516 | "Do not View more quotes about kill">kill us! Do not kill us!" screamed a voice. |
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| 14 | 513 | How should one want more, save perhaps health and honor, and a woman, slave at one's feet? I marched onward again, brushing through feeding zads, once more toward Klima. |
| 14 | 514 | I hummed to myself a simple tune, a tune I had never forgotten, a warrior tune from the northern city of Ko-ro-ba. |
| 14 | 515 | * * * * Four days later, on a crest, the voice again called "Hold!" and the chain held. |
| 14 | 516 | "Do not kill us! Do not kill us!" screamed a voice. |
| 14 | 517 | I recognized it. |
| 14 | 518 | It was the voice of the man who, through much of the march, had cried for us to be killed. |
| 14 | 519 | He had been silent since the noon halt of four days ago. |