TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Dominik The lads forged ahead with a cry, and I began to pull the dead man’s hands off me, when I saw a woman appear out of nowhere and screambesidea fallenDiocleanwarrior. I felt the strengthebb frommy legs and I leaned my shoulders against the house behind me, and sat down to have a rest. The woman’s wail calling her brother rang like in an empty room and was lost in the rhythmic beating of a drum: “Sweet Nikša, dear brother, oh, what an evil day, answerme, speak to me, my brave hero, tell me you hear your sad sister, oh, woe is me!” The sky reddenedwith theapproachof dusk, and thecold gripped my jaws. I wanted to stand up, but sweet sleep began to take me. A cloud, or Saint George on a white horse, floated above the city, and I opened my mouth to call him, but a darkness quickly gathered. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the flame of an oil lamp and the familiar face of Brother Marko. The shadow of his head danced on the low vault and I realized he was calling me by my name. And then everything I had been through that August day returned to me, and I asked with great effort:

“Is it over?”

“Yes, last night,” Marko answered with a nod, and then I learned that Paul, Jacob, and he had gone in search of me, since I was nowhere to be seen, and had found me in the final hour, sitting and leaning against a wall. “Next to you, in a pool of blood, lay a

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