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Quickly now.

Vaenwode wipes his side. He is dizzy. His wound is not bad but it sickens him.

He takes hold of the wasp. It is still twitching. Poison drips from its stinger. He hacks its stinger off. He drags the beast, pale with fear and effort he, down into his Vaenwode-nest. He seals it over with a stone.

He is in time.

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