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it matter? "Look.. look.. listen.. I.. I.. I.. never.." a sentence never finished as a now silenced head rolled the floor, past the severed hand that tried to guard the blow. ".. ta' tu' ag glagaireacht , but you pay your bills," the headsman growled with his bloodied axe dropped comfortably to his side, like an old well trained companion dog healing. With just a brief look left and right, the grim pilgrim brightened, turned and resumed his journey, "My heart's in the Highlands. My heart is not here. My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasin the deer.."