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Furthermore, we are weary, and some of us wish very much to sleep."
"You at least," said Sunrise furiously, "shall not die here, for I shall drag you down the hill by the hair of your head and with such force that you will die on the way. . . . Who follows me?"
But the people only whimpered.
Sunrise caught up a spear and brought down the handle on the nearest back.
"You shall not follow,"
