But when he saw my face, he jumped back as if he himself were terrified. His axe clattered on the paving stones, and he looked as if he was going to run. I must have let out a cry or said something, for he came to himself again, and grabbed up his axe. He raised it again over me, and I covered my face with my arms, sure that I was about to die. He grunted once, and I heard the axe whiz through the air. My ears began to ring like the inside of the bell tower, and sparkling golden light washed over me.



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