“Get the largest skull from the pile, clean it and fill it to the rim with the finest wine and bring it to my mother!” The hard dark deep voice said loudly.
The mother could have yet one cup of wine. Make it best by filling it full as you drink from your enemies skull, is how he thought of it. His mother would always have the best of the best.
The largest skull now disembodied had held up what was a human face once, ripped off and thrown to the ground to mingle with bodies and pieces, horses and such.
He hadn’t been a large man or great man, he had had a large cranium though. It wasn’t that he hadn’t taught hard enough or well enough, his thread had been cut. His skull had an afterlife purpose.
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