[Stories] Fire paved my way. Part three

Augustus peered into the gleams of the flame dancing on Martin's irises, and he could feel that the leader was tormented by doubt. Now the young knechte was so unlike the image that surfaced in his memory that the adviser felt almost betrayed. Realizing this thought, Augustus immediately discarded it. Too much rests on Martin for the adviser to burden him with his distrust as well.

For a while, the leader of the knechte was silent, as if forgetting that he had called out to the interlocutor. He looked at the hot coals in silence and unblinking, stirring up a piece of wood in a fire with an iron rod until it heated up and Martin threw it away. Looking at the rust-stained fingers, the young man lightly shook them, then got up and went to the counter with weapons again.

— You know, Augustus... — Martin grinned for some reason. — Sometimes, when I think about where our path lies, I’m not sure that I’m doing the right thing. Flanders awaits us at the end of one of the hundreds of paths, but do I — not you, but just me — have the right to trample the grass of its meadows?
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