Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
“I always had really long swimmer's arms. The last to totally go is always my thighs and butt, but my old body is there somewhere.”
“I was court-martial in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.”