A feature on the last days of the knechteWhen Martin suddenly fell ill, I immediately realized that this was the beginning of the end. The clouds had been gathering over the Knechte for a long time, we could smell the trouble that haunted us. Even the rains could not clear the air from the smell of ashes. The flames were coming, and Flanders wasn't going to save us.
In the evenings, I sat next to Martin, who was getting a bad cough and tried to figure out what we should do now. Being the chief adviser means making decisions when the leader can't, and I tried: looking for help, trying to find a cure that could help our leader. But time went by, and Martin got worse.
— Augustus, — one evening he said quietly, waking from oblivion. In the dim light of the tent lamp, his exhausted face seemed even paler. — Augustus… I had a strange dream.
— What? — I got closer so I wouldn't miss a word. — Flanders?
— No, my friend, — Martin grinned with a distinct bitterness. — No, not Flanders. Another unknown green land. There are plenty of clean water springs, straight from the ground, can you imagine?.. And also… This place smells like apples.
— Apples?
I only heard about tree fruit from adult colleagues, those who saw the world before the disaster, so I had no idea how Martin knew their smell.
— How did you?..
— I don't know, — Martin shrugged slightly and closed his eyes. — It's so peaceful in that place. Like an island hidden from all the troubles. A place of eternal happiness. Do you think we'll find it?
— Of course! — I didn't want to, but I clearly saw the light go out in his eyes.
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