“Is it all the truth?” Simka asks once more.
“You will see for yourself once we retrieve the sabre from the mud. But I am telling you, do not try to sell the thing to the Dulacs, as who says they will even pay you? Who says you will receive a single cent from them? I think they will merely take possession of the sabre and kill you afterward. I am a hundred percent sure that is what will happen to you all.”
“Simka, what is taking you so long?” Carlos calls out from the clay hut.
Simka sounds restless and responds quickly. “We have to go.”
Teuns starts walking again as fast as he can, and when they get close to the hut, Simka tugs on his cloak. Teuns stops and whispers. “Yes, Simka?”
Simka’s voice is a little hoarse when he speaks, and he sounds very excited. “If this sabre is not lying
