Then, getting no answer but shrugs from the ranks surrounding them both
in an irregular half-arc, he said directly to Si'Wren, "Woman, look at
me!"
At this, Si'Wren lifted up her eyes, and regarded him eye to eye, well
aware that the men surrounding both herself and Kadrug were no doubt
prepared to commit any evil upon her person at the other's slightest
word or nod.
"What is this child's fable I hear from those we captured, about a
flood that is to destroy the whole world?"
To this, Si'Wren, by now in a state of complete and utter exhaustion,
responded neither by word, sign, nor gesture, but only continued to
regard him expressionlessly.
Becoming visibly more impatient, he repeated contemptuously to Si'Wren,
"I said, What is this talk we hear from our captives of a great flood?
Answer me!"
Still Si'Wren said nothing.
The great warrior fumed silently, and exhaled audibly before continuing.
"Just as I thought! Too cowardly to speak. The only flood I see," he
gestured contemptuously at the red-stained figures of Si'Wren and her
stallion, with his white-spattered and foam-flecked, blood-streaked
forequarters, "is the blood of our enemies!"