He sighed and called a halt to the column. Too many porcupine quills . . . maybe a thousand. “What’s up, Rock,” Chen asked. “I think we’ve found the Millies,” he whispered. There was no chance to reach for their weapons, so they meekly surrendered. The painted, naked women-warriors were beautiful but deadly looking. They wore bone necklaces and anklets and little else, save for the human skull earrings and skullcaps. The women had them trussed up in jig time, and then the men were unceremoniously thrown over the saddles of their ’brids. The horses and the chariot-of-hellfire were walked along down the pass into a large hangar-shaped building jammed between two mountains. It looked to Rock like an Egyptian temple, once they were taken inside. A giant throne rose up between flickering torches. Only women—luscious, beautiful, cruel looking women—were present. There were piles of human skulls everywhere, Rock observed from his upside-down position.
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