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Updated: May 24, 2025
I don't want any of your land and the old treaty or whatever it is still holds. I just want to talk to you." Fasimba stopped, but kept his stone hammer ready, very suspicious. "You got new voice, Ch'aka." "I got new Ch'aka, old Ch'aka now pushing up the daisies. I want to trade back a slave from you and then we'll go." "Ch'aka fight hard. You must be good fighter Ch'aka."
"Good trade, Ch'aka. You pick one of mine, take the best, I'll take two of yours. But hole-in-head gone. Too much trouble. Talk all the time. I got sore foot from kicking him. Got rid of him." "Did you kill him?" "Don't waste slave. Traded him to the D'zertanoj. Got arrows. You want arrows?" "Not this time, Fasimba, but thanks for the information."
Fasimba was garbed in the same type of hideous and fear-inspiring outfit as Ch'aka, differing only in unimportant details. Instead of a conch, his head was encased in the skull of one of the amphibious rosmaroj, brightened up with some extra tusks and horns. The differences between the two men were all minor, and mostly a matter of decoration or variation of weapon design.
Their hopes were justified when later in the day the other row of slaves was seen far off to the right, and a figure detached itself and ran towards them. "Hate you, Ch'aka!" Fasimba shouted as he ran up, only this time he meant what he said. "Coming on my ground, I kill you!" "Not yet," Jason called out. "And hate you, Fasimba, sorry I forgot the formalities.
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