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His features looked to be carved from a chalk cliff, with sunken cheeks, a long hawk-like nose and a sharp jaw. There was an unmistakably Eastern set about the man’s face, mixed with something more ruddy and rugged, gypsy-like. His body had withered somewhat, from years of inactivity and a prisoner’s diet, but his warrior’s genetics were still to the fore. The tall man was a mass of sinew, giving off a sense of latent, hungry danger.

HEWN OUT OF SOLID HOT AIR...A STOPPABLE FORCE MEETS A MOVEABLE OBJECT. NAH...NOT REALLY.
bRAVE dAVE began his trial.
The bird was late that day.
The slave wearily stretched his long frame and turned his head toward the light. Manacled hands rubbed slitted eyes, and Kanu yawned, watching the early dawn seep through the bars of his cell. Taking in the city with his jaded eyes, as his understimulated brain struggled to wake up. Body soon to regain the stillness of sleep, only now with open eyes. The slave settled into a cross-legged postion, faced the small barred window, exhaled and slumped his shoulders, his aquiline features completely impassive. To all appearances, Kanu - the Bearded Warrior, the youngest ever Head of the King’s Guards – was a broken man. [NYB]
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