He stood behind Kelenor, almost gently, but firmly, and took his head in his hands, saying quietly:
- Alright, that's it. Don't struggle, little brother.
With a precise movement, he made an incision, and Kelenor's blood flowed over Amos's hands as he held him. It didn't smell very pleasant.
- By the way, - Zelig said quietly to Kelenor. - I found your medallion. Maybe I'll end up in Nevermore someday, if I don't sell it before then.