The stone
“Put him to the stone. The dog will
be tamed.”
Graisingh did not know what the
stone was. His first thoughts were the
soldiers would stone him to death,
before his people watching. They had
seen the goings-on. They had seen
these enemy scumbags laying hands
on him and shoving him around.
Beaten. His Singha amulet forcibly
yanked from his and replaced by some
spiked slave-collar. But then these
guards hauled him forcibly to his feet
and started shoving forward towards
the distressed women. Suddenly his
sense of self-worth got a grip. He had
let these soldiers put one over on him.
He had been powerless for Assawin to
call him a slave and abuse his manly
pride.