Lothar must be taking the northern route after all. He was desperate; the sickness wasburning him up. Don't try and spare me, that will only make it worse. A few blades of grass were obscuring his line of fire and he broke themoff and aimed at the head of the path.
He took adeep steadying breath and lifted his fists in the classic boxer'sstance, left foot leading and his hands held high in front of his face. Carrying goods. I misjudged you. There was the clink of keys in the lock and Lotharshook his son's arm desperately.
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