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…Titoki turned to face the youth. "Your fellow warriors have spoken. You shall die."

"But it was my mother's tangi. He was my brother," the youth wailed, his face contorted with fear.

"You shall pay for your treachery. Prepare him."

The youth was dragged to a large log set near the fire. He was stretched out on his back, then held helplessly over the log with his neck resting on the work surface. Titoki drew a razor-sharp machete from the shadows near the log. He swung it high over his head, then down towards his target. The flames reflected the course of its flight as it flew down towards the log. It thudded against the heavy wood, severing Maciu's neck on its way through. His scream of despair ended in a choking gurgle.

The head rolled free, staring at its accusers through sightless eyes. Titoki reached down and raised the head by the hair, holding it high above his own head, the blood dripping down his arm.

"The traitor is dead. Long live the cause."

The group echoed his words, repeating them over and over in growing frenzy until he held up his hands for silence.

"The flesh of the traitor shall add to our strength," he thundered. "Let the old ways return to strengthen us in our battles ahead. Prepare the long pig to nourish those who prepare to battle to regain our rightful heritage."