"I see you haven't been properly introduced," Merelao said, noticing the dawning horror on Alpheo's face. He reached out, his fingers tangling in the knotted hair to hoist the severed head up to Alpheo's eye level. "I thought you'd be more pleased to see the man who delivered so much death to your doorstep. But looking at you now, I see you don't recognize the visage. A pity."
Merelao's smile was the sweet expression of a lover presenting a bouquet of wilted flowers. "Allow me to present the Lord of Aragustoven, the architect of this misery. I recall you asked for his left hand in your terms; I hope you find his head a suitable exchange.Of course I cut his hand too , though I only have the end with me. I truly hope I haven't disappointed you."
Disappointed? Alpheo could only stare. What the hell was he talking about?
