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.He might, of course, attempt to bribe someone, using the marvelous Sword he carried- he had no doubt that at least some of these people could be bribed.If only he knew better how to go about such things, or if he had more time in which to learn the proper ways-but in fact he had hardly any time at all.Likely, the woodcutter thought, if he tried bribery he'd only approach the wrong person, or make some other mistake that he couldn't foresee, and get himself arrested.He'd hand over the Sword, and that would be that.The Sword would protect him only as long as he actually had it with him, close enough to touch.He understood that now.And once he'd handed over his lucky tool to someone else-well, there'd be no protection for himself or his brother either against these scoundrels.Whatever his brother's faults, he felt sure just from looking at the men who were about to hang him that they were scoundrels too.Getting himself arrested wouldn't be a good idea.It wouldn't do his brother any good.And he, Talgai, had a wife and small children dependent on him.But he was going to have to do something.He was sure of that when he stood gazing at the gallows.Just thinking of watching any execution, let alone his own brother's, made Talgai shiver.No, he wasn't going to be able to stand here and watch anything like that happen to Buvrai.So be it.Therefore he must try to get the Sword into his brother's hands.The only question was, how to go about it?One method of course would be to make his attempt at the last moment, when Buvrai was actually being led out to his death.But Buvrai's hands might well be bound then, Talgai supposed.And if the condemned man was unable to reach for the Sword and grasp it, make it his own, how could it do him any good?Deep in gloomy thought, Talgai strolled aimlessly about the square before the prison.He was bothered by growing worries about the impending fate of his wife and children.Suppose he got himself into trouble that would keep him from ever seeing them again.Standing under the gallows, he resolutely put such fears behind him.His brother's predicament was immediate and real, and therefore it had to come first.Now, once Talgai had firmly made up his mind as to what he wanted to do, his good fortune took effect again and things began to fall his way at once.Only moments after his decision at the scaffold, as Talgai stood looking up at the front of the prison again, he was able to identify the window of his brother's cell without any trouble.This was possible only because, fortunately, his brother came to the window and looked out while Talgai happened to be watching.The cell window-it was heavily barred, like all the windows near it, so Talgai assumed that it opened into a cell-directly overlooked the square, providing a good viewof the gallows, which at the moment was claiming Buvrai's thoughtful attention.Most of the windows in the wall were heavily barred with ironwork.Those on the ground floor opened into offices of some kind, shadowy tiled and paneled rooms where clerks and administrators sometimes appeared."Buvrai! It's me! Down here!"The prisoner saw and recognized his brother gazing up at him from the street below.He shouted something back, and the two exchanged waves.Glancing at the guards, Talgai saw that they were watching with bored expressions and a minimum of interest.The two brothers conversed some more.Buvrai, starting to rave now, shouted that he had been imprisoned unfairly, because he had incurred the enmity of the Red Temple, who had falsely accused him of cheating in a game of chance.Page 73ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Is that all?""They say I killed a man.But it's all lies.""How can I help you?""If you want to help me, get me out!"The building containing the prison was no more than four stories high, and the condemned man's cell was not at the top.Still, Buvrai's window was much too far above the ground for Talgai to be able to simply walk up to it and push the Sword in between the bars.Nor did there appear to be any feasible way to climb the wall and get within reach."You've got to do something to get me out of here.See the governor or something.They mean to hang me tomorrow!" Buvrai went on, shouting renewed complaints against theRed Temple.Whatever the truth of Buvrai's claims, his situation sounded bad.It sounded so bad that Talgai was beginning to have doubts again.How could good luck help against impossibility? What kind of a miracle could even Coinspinner possibly work in such a desperate case?"Tomorrow, Talgai! Will you do something?""Yes, yes, I'll try!" he shouted back.The guards were still watching and listening impassively.Probably they heard similar shouted conversations all the time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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