Then I decided to use my own little trick – before asking questions, I demanded that he swear that he would only tell the truth and not touch me. Even if spells were being cast on him, I would notice it by the obvious internal struggle, which would inevitably occur – as I have already noted, the dancing ones are simply obsessed with honor, oaths, and promises.
After that, having clearly formulated in my mind everything I wanted to know from him, I said:
“Of course, I forgive you, since you did not act of your own free will. I will not touch you and will allow you to leave after you tell me: who and why ordered you to kill me? Whose house is this and what were you doing in it? Did you see anything like a censer with the one who hired you – you know, a bowl on chains, used by monks? Who were you ordered to give the amulet to?”
Speak as quickly as possible!
He stood for a moment, memorizing my questions, nodded at me, and...
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