After a long time, we finally stopped for the night. By and large, it was all the same to me whether to stop or not, because my thoughts were completely different. While he was building a fire, I was tied to one of those rare dry trees that we saw while walking along the canyon. I have to admit, I tried to run off knots or find what I could cut the rope, but my hands were so cleverly tied that it was not that I did not have to move them, I had the entire upper body stuck and my back ached terribly. But I did not complain. I did not talk to him at all, as he did to me. We did not know each other's names, but I do not think that was the case, because I was still a prisoner, and it is unclear for what purpose. If this dark knight were the people of these marauders, he would kick me in the back all the way or tie him to his horse, but he did not do anything like that. If, of course, consider that he did not have his own horse.
When the sparks slipped between the stones and the fire became warm enough, the stranger approached me and untied me from the tree, planting it next to the fire. He obviously did not want me to freeze. Moreover, he even guessed from my twitch that his knots were tightened incredibly tightly, and slightly weakened them, without letting go of the rope for a second.
The space between us was quiet. He did not sit next to me, having decided to stand a little ahead, and did not look at me, but only looked at the stars. But I did not take my eyes off him. Why did he save me? Why did not he kill me on the spot? And where does he lead me? Why not starve and cold and even bandaged wounds on his legs? These questions were followed by an electric current in silence, occasionally interrupted by the crackling of firewood in the fire.