Storing Up

He found the stall in the bazaar by accident. His head was still bleeding from the dish Kutyara had thrown at him. He wondered if it would ever stop.

"This one?"

Yellow teeth gleamed in the torchlight. "The simmering rage of an ox, whipped every day for twenty years."

"This?"

"A boy watched his mother and father slain by the Prince's justice. His hatred drove him onto the guard's spears, but I was there to salvage it."

"I'll take them all."

"A large purchase, sir. Your foes will cower before your vengeance."

"No," he said thickly. "This is for me."