บท 132: Chapter 100

In the night, under the full moon, people were dancing around a large fire, chanting some strange words and then reaching their arms up to the sky. Smoke rose from the fire and then they bent down, picking up the wooden bowls at their feet. It held a thick red liquid that they gulped down before continuing their dance around the fire. 

"Bring more." 

A dark haired woman gathered the bowls before going into one of the houses. It was dark inside and fire suddenly lit the room. A man was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging low as if asleep. Or dead. The woman went to him, grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head back. 

It was the King.. 

He opened his eyes a moment before the woman cut his throat without a warning.