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Charles Nuetzel
MISSION OF MERCY
MISSION OF MERCY
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CHAPTER ONE
“And, lo, on the island of banishment, the planet of violent death, you shall struggle, sweat upon the surface dirt, feeding upon one another like beasts of prey. Honor will come only with the joining of hands, with the higher purpose of mercy for your enemy; so go forth on a mission of mercy and face death with honor, for there lies total salvation.”
—From the Voices of the Torshi
I saw the girl immediately upon cresting the low hill. The tall purple grass swayed against the soft breeze of the Torshi plains, whipping the trembling legs of my mount. The talio I’d been riding was exhausted from the long, unbroken days of riding. It was the fastest stallion in my father’s stables. High—pitched scream of hopeless terror brought on my instant burst of speed as I had directed the mount up the grassy hill. Even in enemy territory a man of Hamton will honor a female’s cry for help.
There was no time to consider the mission, the Spacers or my people—who now shifted to second moon. The scene before me was of horrid beauty: a startling and vivid statement of hopeless bravery.
“And, lo, on the island of banishment, the planet of violent death, you shall struggle, sweat upon the surface dirt, feeding upon one another like beasts of prey. Honor will come only with the joining of hands, with the higher purpose of mercy for your enemy; so go forth on a mission of mercy and face death with honor, for there lies total salvation.”
—From the Voices of the Torshi
I saw the girl immediately upon cresting the low hill. The tall purple grass swayed against the soft breeze of the Torshi plains, whipping the trembling legs of my mount. The talio I’d been riding was exhausted from the long, unbroken days of riding. It was the fastest stallion in my father’s stables. High—pitched scream of hopeless terror brought on my instant burst of speed as I had directed the mount up the grassy hill. Even in enemy territory a man of Hamton will honor a female’s cry for help.
There was no time to consider the mission, the Spacers or my people—who now shifted to second moon. The scene before me was of horrid beauty: a startling and vivid statement of hopeless bravery.
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