Nam etiam, ne quid demutaret, credo, a victimae religione, immissa dextera per vulnus illud ad viscera penitus cor miseri contubernalis mei Meroe bona scrutata protulit, cum ille impetu teli praesecata gula vocem, immo stridorem incertum, per vulnus effunderet et spiritum rebulliret.
Next, so as not to deviate, I suppose, from the ritual of sacrificing a victim, she inserted her right hand through that wound all the way down to his insides, felt around for my poor comrades heart, and pulled it out; at this he emitted a sound from that throat slashed open by the weapons stroke, or rather poured out an inarticulate squeal through the wound and gurgled forth his lifes breath.
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