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Meanwhile, Valdemar was taken to the dungeons of the city guard fort. To his possible surprise, the conditions in his solitary cell were not that bad; there was a bed and even a simple table with a stool, it was slightly cool, but not damp.
— You're lucky that Her Highness has a big heart, — complained the guard on the other side of the prison bars. — Normally, you'd be sent to the gallows or the guillotine for such disrespect. But what can you expect from barbarians...
— What are you saying? — interrupted another guard, who had just arrived. — You accuse him of being a barbarian and then suggest barbaric ways of punishment. Sir Carapha, — the guard opened the cell door, entered, placed a stack of paper and writing supplies on the table, — Her Highness, Braheya Air el Sufir, has decided on the form of punishment and the duration of your stay here. — Making sure the prisoner was listening, he continued. — You must write, and I quote: "I, Valdemar Carapha, son of the mighty Lord Shafir Carapha, a nobleman of the eleventh generation, apologize for the offense caused to a member of the imperial family, Airisufir, and henceforth undertake to monitor my manner of speech, in accordance with the requirements of correctness, good manners, and nobility," exactly one thousand times on these sheets of paper. — The guard pointed to the stack he had brought earlier. — Her Highness insists that your handwriting be legible and neat, so I recommend that you take the task seriously, because otherwise you will have to rewrite everything from the beginning. As for the duration of your stay here, as soon as you complete the task, you will be released on the same day. Do you have any questions?
— You're lucky that Her Highness has a big heart, — complained the guard on the other side of the prison bars. — Normally, you'd be sent to the gallows or the guillotine for such disrespect. But what can you expect from barbarians...
— What are you saying? — interrupted another guard, who had just arrived. — You accuse him of being a barbarian and then suggest barbaric ways of punishment. Sir Carapha, — the guard opened the cell door, entered, placed a stack of paper and writing supplies on the table, — Her Highness, Braheya Air el Sufir, has decided on the form of punishment and the duration of your stay here. — Making sure the prisoner was listening, he continued. — You must write, and I quote: "I, Valdemar Carapha, son of the mighty Lord Shafir Carapha, a nobleman of the eleventh generation, apologize for the offense caused to a member of the imperial family, Airisufir, and henceforth undertake to monitor my manner of speech, in accordance with the requirements of correctness, good manners, and nobility," exactly one thousand times on these sheets of paper. — The guard pointed to the stack he had brought earlier. — Her Highness insists that your handwriting be legible and neat, so I recommend that you take the task seriously, because otherwise you will have to rewrite everything from the beginning. As for the duration of your stay here, as soon as you complete the task, you will be released on the same day. Do you have any questions?