Adam - A Lucky Day

"Meaning, they'll leave you here until you rot," Arm's expression was one of sadness or disappointment. He seemed, in some way, to have accepted that fate. Adam wouldn't do the same.

"Before you kill yourself trying to get through those bars, why not wait for them to come back and give you your sentence?" Asaf studied him with his eyes.

"Well," Adam looked up, at what could be his only way out, then thought about the difficulty of climbing those metal bars covered in grease. "Maybe it really is the best thing to do."

"No doubt, no doubt. What's your name, anyway?"

"Adam," the young man was tired, his pains were relentless, invincible. "My name is Adam." With the little strength he had left, he crawled to the hole in the wall and sat down. The space was short and low, so his head had to be pointed forward when he sat.

"And what's your story, Adam?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh, come on! Tell me. Tell me what your greatest desire is. I'll give you only one chance, be honest."

Asaf's white teeth and his face frozen in a macabre smile surprised the knight. His instincts told him to protect himself. He didn't know those men, but he knew that wherever they were, they were criminals.

"If you want to know so badly... my only desire is to go to the King." When he lay down in the hole in the wall, the sound of keys unlocking a door echoed through the hall before the door opened. A small, dirty man with short hair, shabby clothes, and a large, pointed nose joined them, and then more men. Soldiers. Three, four, five... the space in front of the cells was crowded. The small army hovered in front of them, men in chainmail and boiled leather, with swords at their waists. Soon after, another one joined them, a man without armor, wearing a kind of long leather coat that went down to his shins, where black boots with a steel detail that jingled as the man walked caught attention. His black hat covered his eyes, a thick mustache extended almost to cover his mouth.

" What cursed smell is this?" - That hoarse voice was familiar. - "Remove these corpses and clean these cells. Chain him and take him to the furnace." - Adam could sense the pleasure in the sheriff's voice."