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and when the whip coils around his wrist he is able to jerk it from the Masters grasp and throw it to the ground. Roaring at this new defiance, the Master closes in and seizes him in a bear hug that pinions his arms.
    “I was just going to whip you, but it will give me greater pleasure to kill you with my hands!”
    The Master is a head taller than his opponent and outweighs him by more than a hundred pounds. He squeezes, and Sawney Beane is in trouble. His ribs are being crushed and it is hard to breathe, but he sees an opportunity. Viciously, he bites the lower part of the Masters ear, his teeth piercing the soft flesh and cartilage. The Master screams, releases his grip, and Sawney Beane gets away.
    The Master’s ear is hanging loose, bleeding profusely. He touches the wound, and when he sees that his fingers are wet with his own blood, he becomes insane with rage. He hurls himself forward, gives Sawney Beane two tremendous blows, and then begins to choke him. Sawney Beane can do nothing against the Master’s overpowering strength. His tongue feels as though it is filling his mouth, his eyes seem about to explode from his head. He sees everything through a red haze that grows steadily darker.
    Suddenly the pressure eases, and a curious expression comes over the Master’s face. He has felt a sharp pain in his upper left arm. The Master looks at the arm with amazement—his shirt is turning red. Now he sees Meg standing with a knife from the table held awkwardly in her hand.
    The Master releases Sawney Beane, who crumples to the ground, painfully sucking air down his bruised throat. Meg’s knife does not frighten the Master. He slaps her hard across the face, then gets her in a bear hug and squeezes. In desperation, she tosses the knife toward Sawney Beane. Without hesitation, he picks it up and slashes the Master across the back.
    The Master screams in pain and turns toward his assailant. But Sawney Beane has raised the knife overhead; now, holding the hilt in both hands, he plunges the blade into the Master’s chest.
    The Master falls to his knees, clutching at his chest, which slowly turns dark red. He blinks at Sawney Beane and Meg, a surprised look on his face. For a brief moment the three of them stand frozen, and then Sawney Beane and Meg fall upon the Master, pushing him onto his back. They tear at him with their fingers and continue to stab him. Sometimes one of them has the knife, sometimes the other; sometimes they hold it together. The knife seems to rise and plunge, rise and plunge, with a momentum of its own that pulls the attackers along. Sawney Beane and Meg continue the frenzied attack long after the Master is only a bloody mass.
    At last Sawney Beane and Meg become exhausted and stop. There is blood all over them. Sawney Beane puts his hand in a wound on the Master’s chest and brings it out covered with blood. He licks his hand, then holds it in front of Meg’s face. She licks one finger slowly with the tip of her tongue; and then takes each of the other fingers into her mouth and sucks them greedily. Her lips are swollen, as though with passion.
    They begin to laugh maniacally.
    Sawney Beane again covers his hand with blood, but this time he smears it on Meg’s face and neck. They continue to laugh wildly. He pulls her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, baring her to the waist. Her large breasts are covered in gooseflesh. Her nipples are deep red, and stiff with straining. Meg trembles as Sawney Beane covers her breasts with her father’s blood. Now she removes his shirt and starts to smear him with blood. Then Sawney Beane pulls her dress over her hips and down her legs, revealing her half-adolescent, half-woman’s body. He runs his bloody hand over her belly and down into the triangle of soft golden hair. Frantically, she tears at his tights and pulls them off. The sight of his erect penis causes a surge of warm dampness in her loins. She coats both her hands in blood and gently but