“They killed him by the waterfall where any sound or cry he made might be drowned within the roaring cataract.”
“Excuse me, but is this the way to the main road?”
“He did not cry out, they say, but he looked them each one in the eye.”
“I must hurry, the sun will set soon, and no man may find his way in the darkness.”
“He was a prince until the end, and that royal blood was spilt into this very river, spilt there behind the cataract, there where he did not cry.”
“I am a long way from home; have a long journey ahead. Please, now, is this the way?”
“We know because one of those murderers felt the stare touch his heart. An awakened conscience oppressed him.”
“Please, can you tell me the way out of this wilderness? Where is the way home?”
“He confessed his crimes and showed us where the body lay.”
“Is this the way home?”
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