Son of testing
Consciousness returned with a burst of nausea. I was tottering - I was standing up. Had I blacked out? My hand was holding the handle of a knife, slick and warm with sweat, and blood was dripping from the blade onto the body slumped before me. The floor was colourful mosaic, the most beautiful floor I had seen in my life. The guards had already shouted and were hurtling towards me.