Escape from the island

The island's watchman looked up at his master, and his legs involuntarily gave way. He fell to his knees in front of the head of the order.

“Do not order to execute, master! What could I do with them? There are too many of them, and I am on the island alone,” he said, hoping to justify himself and obediently bowed his head.

“You should have followed them!” Shouted von Plettenberg. “And, seeing that they are plotting a crime, immediately go to me with a report!”

“I am guilty before you, my lord. But you arrived before I could reach you. And how could I know about their plans? And in the morning, they were going to leave the island.”

“Okay, I'll think about your further fate ... Secretary, look, what are these thieves doing now?”

“They split up, Master,” the secretary reported. “They are plotting something unkind.”