Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace

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turned to the assembled soldiers. They were staring at him with expressions of amazement, apart from those who hadn't removed their helmets and who were staring at him with expressions of metallic ferocity.
Teppic snatched a water skin from one of them, pulled out the stopper and tipped it on to the ground in front of the camel's to a camel!'
'Is a sword any good?'
'No!'
The sergeant hesitated, and then passed Teppic his spear. He grabbed it point-end first, fought for balance, and then brought it smartly across the camel's flank, raising a cloud of dust and hair.
You Bastard stopped. His ears turned like radar aerials. He stared at the rock wall, rolling twitching nose. 'There's a river here,' he hissed. 'You know where it is, all you've got to do is go there!' The soldiers looked around nervously. So did several Tsorteans, who had wandered up to see what was going on. You Bastard got to his feet, knees trembling, and started to spin around in a circle. Teppic clung on. . . . let d equal 4, thought You Bastard desperately. Let a.d equal 90. Let not-d equal 45 . . . 'I need a stick!' shouted Teppic, as he was whirled past the sergeant. 'They never understand anything unless you hit them with a stick, it's like punctuation