"I'm cold," Brezia told her brother Graco in a whisper. She did not want the warrior that advanced a few paces ahead of them, to hear her and lash her with his whip, as it had happened to a fellow young prisoner who dared to ask for a drink of water. "Sister," said her brother, who was walking hand in hand with her. "Let's not make things worse." "What will happen to us?" The girl asked again. "I am scared." Dusk fell rapidly and the persistent rain that had accompanied them during most of the journey contributed to increase the inclement cold that went right through their bones. All prisoners; men, women, and children went almost naked, covered just by a loincloth. They walked side by side in rows of two, bounded by their wrists with hemp ropes. That was part of the ordeal they had to endure as punishment, before being sacrificed to the God of the Oracle, in a ceremony of oblation that would take place as
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