for me," he muttered, "but it looks like fun." He grabbed the chain thatbound the wrists of the unfortunate Tavaris and dragged him across the woodfloor to a small patio off from the side of the main, knotty-pine paneled throneroom. King Zack and his entourage followed his every move, but Queen Xeniaprofited by the distraction to glance seductively at her page, a lithe young boywho was standing behind a nearby curtain. She gave him a nod which seemedto say "Later in the usual place." Then she turned her eyes sharply upward toanother person half-hidden behind one of the curving bowers of flowers thatstood behind the two thrones. To this older, more ominous person she gaveanother sort of nod, and the eminence vanished into a cloak room behindwithout waiting for the execution. Some of the others in the court drifted outof the throne room as well, but most stayed. The capture and execution of Tavaris Murgal was something that they wanted and needed to see. And theysaw it. Summarily, Butch McGreevey, who had never hesitated to do violence,thrust Murgal to his knees and pinned his neck against a huge stump whichseemed freshly cut from a fallen tree somewhere. The condemned mangroaned and chattered his nonsense nervously. He was obviously insane.Down in one stroke came McGreevey's axe, and the man's head tumbled awayfrom his still quivering body. Blood squirted from the headless neck in severaldirections, forming sticky puddles around the axe block. It spurted until itstopped, fizzling out in volume.