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We look at each other. I look and I think.

"Will you hurt me?" I say after a moment, since that's the most important thing right now, really. "If I do this. If I ask them to set you free, will you hurt me if I do?"

The tied-up woman shakes her head.

"Do you promise?" I say.

She seems surprised. She keeps looking at me for a moment, then she nods, almost solemnly, and says, "I swear."

"You swear that you won't hurt me?" I say.

She looks surprised again, then smiles. "I swear I won't, yes."

I think about that. I look around at the crowd. "And you'll all really kill her if I don't do this?"

Several people in the crowd say yes, although they say it as if they don't actually mind what I do. The speech-making man nods, as well. "That is the law," he says. "If none will speak for her, then it is death or the river."

The tied-up woman sighs a little as he says that.

"And if I do this, if I speak for her, then she goes free?" I say.

The speech-making man nods again.

"And you don't mind if I do?" I say to the crowd. "You won't be angry with me if I do this?"

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