Janrae Frank Dark Brothers of The Light 6 Blood Arcane

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the carcass of a deer that Preece and Rheu had killed for him.
He rode back with it to one of the places he had discovered that Kenly
frequented in his nightly foraging. Malthus sliced the deer carcass open in
several places, and poured into it a special poison that he had blended. He
splashed it on the entrails, and rubbed another type into the flesh. When he
finished, Malthus careful disguised his track so that Kenly would not know
that he had touched it and withdrew to watch.
Just an hour past midnight, the big cat made his usual circuit of the nearest
stand of woodlands. Kenly sniffed around the carcass and then bit into it. He
ate rapidly. Malthus watched him tear at the meat, swallowing it in huge
chunks. He had used an arcane poison that the healers would have trouble
identifying. It would act swiftly, and within an hour the cat would be dead.
Midway through its meal, the cat began to groan and whimper, writhing upon
the ground. When Kenly's final convulsions began, Malthus strode from his
hiding place and kicked it. Kenly managed a fading snarl, and stilled. Malthus
dragged the cat's carcass, along with that of the deer across his
irrfelghau-trained horse and rode to ahigh point of the cliffs over the Eirlys
cataract. There he cast them both over the edge to be swept away by the
rushing waters.
The household would most likely be too caught up in worrying over the
chieftain to go searching for the cat, and even if they did, the odds were in
his favor that Kenly's carcass would never be found. Malthus never counted on
a single plan to bring him what he desired, but on a convergence of angles,
with caution as a watchword.
Malthus returned to the manor and sat for a time in his study with a glass of
wine, the bottle sitting within reach. He had no way to know precisely how
severe Claw's heart attack had been without Reading him, and Malthus knew that
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Sheradyn and the others were unlikely to give him an opportunity to do so,
since he did not want anyone knowing that he could Read. With great good luck,
Claw would be dead by morning; however, Malthus was not counting on it.
Instead, Malthus began to plan his next moves in case Claw survived. The
sooner the chieftain died, the better off Malthus would be. Claw's bitches
would prove very cooperative without him. Of course, they would be even more
cooperative dead.
THE END
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