Victims of the trap

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The boy was all grimy, some kind of very shabby. He was sobbing, softly, but so desperately that his pain seemed to be palpable. At least Lohon felt it. He and Tamerius found him on the shore of the lake when they came there to have dinner. The boy rolled on the grass with his arms around himself.
Loon wanted to rush to him, to help, but Tamerius stopped him.
-Wait, let him cry. We must wait. Either his heart will break, or he will recover.
Tamerius lit a fire, began to cook dinner. They had a good catch today, they could even spend the night in a hotel, but Tamerius wanted to spend the night on the shore. The weather is good, calm and beautiful around. The boy calmed down, sat down and shyly stared at us.
-Go here, eat, - Tamerius called.
The boy turned away. Tamerius approached him, stood beside him and, looking at the lake, said:
-A Scarlet trap, huh?
The boy groaned and burst into tears again.
-It's ok, go here. I know, I know.
Tamerius helped the boy up and, embracing him by the shoulders, led him to the fire.
-I… I… flew from Gayona to Cadorl, and he… they…- the words poured out of him like peas from a torn bag, abruptly and not very coherently.
-He flew by, - Tamerius nodded.
-My boat was pulled in ... oh, what happiness, what joy I experienced, it was like ... like ...
-Like the life,- Tamerius nodded.
The boy stared at him.
-Yes... Like the life. And then I felt the eyes. I can't explain, but... it was like love, like a family that you never had.
Tamerius nodded.
-And then... there next to me, I don't know where, there was... I don't know, there was someone next to him who looked at me and said: we won't take it. And he…
The little boy burst into tears.
Tamerius nodded thoughtfully.
-The Judge. Come on, say it, you'll feel better. At first it hurts a lot, but then it gets easier.
-I can't,- the boy shook his head.
-Otherwise hope will kill you!
They busied themselves until the morning. Loon was feeling sleepy, but he forced himself to hold on. Only in the morning Tamerius torn out desperate words from his uninvited companion:
-And he turned away!
The boy whimpered, crying. Tamerius just stared ahead. Lohon did not understand what it was about, and that such a terrible thing had happened. The story seemed somehow unreal to him. But the boy's pain was real.
Published on November 23, 2022 13:25
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