Sabienn acted under instinct. He walked to stand in front of the muzzle of the gun and looked down the hole that would shorten his life.
“Stop,” Sabienn said. This is crazy, he thought. I’ve got no alliance with these men kneeling. In fact their deaths would be to my advantage. But his gut made him stand his ground.
“Out of the way,” said Booce. “Too much time’s been wasted. On turncoats. If it was me, they’d be ant meat.” He indicated the nest of ants bristling for food.
“Stand down,” said Chursk. He saw events going out of control. But he had the wary head to want make sense of it.
“I will not stand down,” said Booce in direct challenge of his superior. “I’ll kill all four.”
“These men,” Brother Ply indicated the prisoners, “are on Deerland soil.”
“We’re nowhere near the monastery,
