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INTERROGATION
The journey back was bumpy to say the least. Extremely bumpy. The air grew cold around me and I shivered many times even though the sack was getting really stuffy.
It had been made of the roughest type of rope imaginable and I could feel bruises and blisters forming all over my body. It was hard to stay still whilst being dragged all over the place.
Despite the downs, I did manage to listen in on the conversation. From what I could hear, there were two men, one with a gruff voice and another with a commanding voice, though it was gentle. It was hard to imagine what exactly they were doing up on the hill - was it a real plan to kidnap the Shaman or was it just by chance they happened to come across Rhünilde and I?
'Where should we go first?' asked the man with the gruff voice.
I heard a knife being unsheathed. My blood ran cold.
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'No - put it away Bahn,' the other man instructed. 'It's always better when they're alive. They're so much more useful. The Shaman will know exactly what to do.'
'Shouldn't we show the priests this discovery?' Bahn asked, sniffing loudly. 'I bet they would love to meet our new friend.'
'I said no sacrifice! It is extremely important that she's alive. Otherwise we have no proof.'
'There's the staff.'
'She dropped that you idiot,' the other man snapped. 'I was hoping you would pick it up but what chance there was of that!'
'There's no need to blame me! You were at fault as well.'
They stopped arguing for a while. We started going down over the other side. I held my breath. I couldn't believe how I could have gotten into this situation.
Oh I hope Rhünilde has raised the alarm … though, would anyone believe her? Who would? I stopped. My family … they'll know I'm missing. They'll send help.
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