Part IX
His passage had been quite different. From the looks of him, he had done everything in his power to free himself of his bonds. His back, wrists, ankles were ripped open from chafing against both wood and rope. None of us knew how long the spell lasted, so we decided not to untie him just yet and wait until it wore off. At first he screamed at us like one possessed, demanding we turn tail, go back. Then he started frothing at the mouth, mumbling incoherent words, that sometimes sounded like names of women but mostly made no sense at all. Finally he sagged in the ropes, mortified. Ever since there was a gleam of madness in his eye.
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