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As she asked him this, it was as if something clicked in his head. He did not look grand or noble, he looked like a frightened man, fearing for his life.
"The painted man....The painted man...He will find me....I don't want him to hurt me. No...no...no no no no!"
King Herod put his hands over his ears, then glances at his hands in mock surprise as if he could see something within them.
"The blood, why is there blood on my hands? My wife, she understood...No! I promise to be good. The painted man...he lives where no-one dares go...The painted man, where the rivers do not flow. Do not ask me anymore, his eyes, his ears, he sees and hears all!"
With a frantic cry, King Herod broke down in tears.
"Why...why won't he go away?" he asked bitterly to himself, completely forgetting his daughter was watching him.