The trio walked down the path. There was no sun here, just a dull yellow sky hanging overhead. It was light enough, like a dark overcast day.
All around them, and on either side of the road, stretched fields.
– You can't take anything from anyone here, you can't eat or drink, if they treat you, you have to thank them, but refuse. Or pretend to drink. Otherwise you'll stay here forever. Everything here is dead, and if you take anything, the dead will stay with you, – Taris warned.
– It's like taking things from a dead man's grave, – Guirim nodded.
– Look, when we get out, what are we going to do? Tell the guards? – Maley asked, – They torture people there.
– They aren't people, they are dukes, counts, rich men, – said Guirim thoughtfully, – bloodsuckers of all kinds.
– But they're still people, – Maley said doubtfully.
– People, indeed. These people flogged down my grandfather till death. Do you remember that Prince Voloshsky passed by us? My grandfather made him gold-coated horseshoes as he asked, but gold wears off quickly, so he rode to the nearest tavern and came back, saying that his grandfather had stolen his gold. And they flogged down him. So if this Rumu tortures people like Prince Voloshsky, I hold no grudges against him, – Guirim said.
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