The long finger of the ray of light that comes through the window testifies the pass of time, as it draws a line in the dusty floor and finally dissapears as the sun go higher in the sky. The feeling of being in a jail grows as the time passes, but after all, you don´t have to wait too long. Finally, about noon, the door opens and a guards orders: ”VAMO PAFUERA”. Jagra nods an says: “They want us to come out.”
In the street, a heavily escorted group of three elder cyclopses wait; you can´t see Pesetokos anywhere, though the sorcerer [the one that hit Menghil with a lightning bolt yesterday] is. One of them steps ahead, and starts speaking, and Jagra traslates as well as he can:
“Humans! The Great Bird has protected and guided us for a long time. He covers us with His wings, brings the rain, and slays the enemies that threaten our life. He descends like a storm, grasping the ships in His holy talons, and bring them to the sacred mountain, where He destroys our enemies.”
“We lack His perfection and wisdom, but the meaning of the teachings of the Great Bird is clear. We must protect the way of our fathers from being polluted by outsiders, and clean our sacred land so our civization can reach its potential. You, and those like you* must stay away of our island, the land of the Great Bird, and away of our great city. You have three days to leave, or we´ll be at war.”
*Apparently, he sees no difference between humans, elves and gnomes.