TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Dominik As I listened to these words, it seemed to me as if I too was becoming a murderer, and that it was my hand, too, that slashed the blade across Lazar’s throat. I began to feel around me to find the oil lamp, and then the light revealed our faces.

“I see sorrow in your eyes,” Dominik almost yelled.

“From fatigue.”

“Yes, yes, from fatigue . . . Do you remember what I asked you recently about love?”

“I do.”

“Tobesure: hewhotastesearthly love, loves theLordmoredeeply,” and he gave a bitter smile and got up to go. “Do not believe what you heard tonight from my mouth, Brother Matija, because, as you said, fatigue troubles the soul, and I amweary of this country and this people.”

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