Man 1: My God, so they are killers.
. I've heard lots of people say,
. "Once a man's a killer,
. "He'll just keep on killing and killing.
. "They sort of develop a taste for blood."
Man 2: Yeah, that's right.
. Kill one man,
. Or kill ten,
. It's all the same.
. After all,
. They can only hang you once...
Dusk has barely begun to fall, and already the deep and winding paths and passages of the Citadel are bathed in darkest shadow.
Among the shadows an even darker one slips, a broad figure clad in threadbare sable, and from wall and window more shadows watch, these clad in red hoods, watching a dead man walk the streets of Ubent.
And he sings:
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring...
