English

The Red King spoke.
Alamaya listened and then said, "You do not speak the true tongue of the ages, wizard, so my lord will use this slave to ensure that understanding exists between us."
"Radical," I said. "Wicked cool."
Alamaya eyed me for a moment. Then she said something to the Red King, apparently conveying the fact that I had obnoxiously used phrasing that was difficult to translate.
He narrowed his eyes.
I mimicked his expression. I didn't know if he got it, but he sure didn't like it.

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I turned toward the Red King and started walking that way. I stopped on what would have been the ten-yard line in a football stadium and faced him. "Now give me my daughter," I said.
He stared at me, bleak and remote as a far mountain. And then he smiled and said, in perfect English, "I think not."
I clenched my teeth. "We had a deal."
He looked at me with uncaring eyes and said, "I never spoke a word to you. A god does not converse or bargain with cattle. He uses and dispenses with them as he sees fit. You have served your purpose, and I have no further use for you - or the mewling child."
I snarled. "You promised that she would not be harmed."
"Until after the duel," he said, and sycophantic chuckles ran through the vampires all around me. "It is after the duel." He turned his head to one side and said to one of the jaguar warrior vampires in his retinue, "Go. Kill the child."

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