Coughing out blood, Bulvard awoke. He gasped for breath as he stared at those around him... and his eyes fell on the falcon that lay still in Elwyn's hands...
"Aronja..." he whispered hoarsely, reaching out for the dead bird.
He looked around in disbelief and distrust as the others shifted uneasily about him.
Clutching the cold, lifeless creature close to his breast he looked accusingly at everyone and cried, "What have you done... what have you done?"
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