I am a soldier. I see him putting on a blindfold and surrendering to the enemy, to a Muslim on a hill. I yell, “You don’t have to do it.”
He drops the rope but continues his march, he will not be stopped.
He walks the circle around a dirt hill mound, tethered. There is another to the right and up a little. Another soldier, another circle, another Muslim enemy.
The Muslim Guard Judge sentences him to “four years.” I shout an objection, “ten years!”
The Muslim beats him with an elephant tusk shaped like a bat. I intervene, “you can’t do that,” and I take the tusk bat. I shout several times and I threaten him with the tusk bat. I stop him. He is angry, but he stops. He digs furiously at a root, with bad intent.
