And act three was then, standing over him with the knife, cold and sore and tired, looking at the blood crusted on his face.

The man dabbed at the blood crusted under his nose, cautiously bent and unbent his knees, then scrambled to his feet.

And there was dried blood crusted on the head of the Spear.

He could feel blood crusted around his ears from the force of the shell.

It was just that the blood crusted under his nails and on his clothes wasn't his.

There was blood crusted on his cheek.

From time to time he reached up absentmindedly to scratch at the dried blood crusted on his ear and jaw.

Larissa eased it off Bouki's head, wincing at the thin line of dried blood crusted on the animal's neck.

There was still blood crusted in the dog's ears.