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Cade marched to the center of the chamber and kicked over Ulren's throne. He stepped atop it, and tilted his head back to look up at the recoiling Forsworn.

But they did not run. Cade knew Graicus' fear. He knew Ulren's threat. Both of a fallen Markarth. That could not be allowed to happen. Justice demanded otherwise.

"All of you!" Cade shouted up at them, holding the spear over his head. "Begone from Markarth!  This city is under our protection!  Should you threaten its noble and ancient walls again, so help me by the gods, I will personally return and rain justice down upon your heads!  Look upon the corpse of your leader, see the foolishness and futility of his actions.  We did this with empty hands!  The next time justice comes it will be a swift and ready brand-- one you will not withstand!" The Augur of Justice boomed. "Do you hear me!?"