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tone-shod missile whined past. He marvelled that a man's arm could be capable of driving an arrow with such superhuman power. It was Maltor's last thought in this life. Even as Tharn released his first arrow, his right hand shot out, snatched a second from its vertical position in the sand, strung it and let go--all within the quiver of an eye-lid. Maltor, still trying to regain balance, was in no position to dodge again. * * * * * Those in the stands saw the famed bowman straighten as though jerked upright by an invisible hand. Mouth agape, eyes staring in uncomprehending horror, he remained upright for a long moment, while a red line trickled between the fingers he had clapped to his side. Then he turned in a slow half-circle, his knees buckled; and Maltor sank to the sands, dead where he fell. So savage had been the force behind Tharn's arrow that head and shaft had passed completely through the Sepharian's body. Rotark, watching, spellbound by the brief drama, was shocked from his inertia when his bow was torn from his grasp and hurled several yards away. One end struck him, in its flight, full across the face and sent him sprawling. An arrow intended for Rotark's heart had, instead, crashed against the hardwood bow in his hand. The impact cost Rotark two of his teeth; an inch or so either way would have cost him his life. While the doleful one was still falling, Katon's bow spoke a second time and the last enemy dropped, mortally wounded. Rotark, gloomier than ever, got unsteadily to his feet, spat out two teeth as an involuntary offering to the God-Whose-Name-May-Not-Be-Spoken-Aloud, picked up his splintered bow and started for the exit. Katon and Tharn grinned quietly to one another and followed him. And the thrilled thousands in the stands released at last the breath they unconsciously had been holding for long seconds. * * * * * And so the day wore on. Many times during the passing hours guards entered the great cell to select men for combat in the arena. Some of those selected returned, others never came back; but survivors outweighed, by far, the losses. The reasons were two: Every man knew that survival, now, would heighten his chance for freedom when the break took place. As a result he fought with determination and daring not possible without hope to feed upon. Wotar was responsible for the second reason. The dire
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