"Oh yes," said the guard without emotion. The guard gave a coin to the gondolier. The gondolier responded with welcoming hand gesture. The guard placed the boy into the boat, and the gondolier smoothly returned to the darkness and fogginess from which he had appeared from. Yet again, the voyage was tremendously long; it took the gondolier about two to three hours to get to the island.
Finally, when both men reached the destination, the boy somehow woke up; not aware of anything that surrounded him. He then saw the island.
The island was not an attractive place; full of murkiness and rancorousness. On the island, there was a gigantic forest and an old castle; which in fact was a prison, which broke the sainted rule of the village. The castle was so ancient that its colour was similar to wolf's fur. However, this castle seemed to be constructed upon the water. Although, many centuries ago, there was not the, 'Loch'; there was a great battle between savages and knights from affluent families; they fought about everything but they gained nothing; they left a great number of dead bodies. Happily, after the battle, the water rose and the battlefield almost dissolved from the, 'barbaric world'.
The gondolier patiently waited. He was next to a small platform. This was close to the castle, so that the guards of the prison could take the boy into the prison; into his cell. No less than a minute later, two guards appeared and grabbed the boy by his arms; they dragged him from the boat into a room, where their chief was waiting by his desk.
Dorolh opened his eyes and saw his body tied tightly with ropes around a chair from which he could not escape. Also, he saw the chief in front in his face; the chief was wearing a black coat, and a black hat similar to 'Robin Hood's' hat. The man smoked some kind of herbs and, suddenly, he blew the smoke into Dorolh's face, as if he wanted the boy to choke. The man began his interrogation by introducing himself; he said, "Welcome to, 'Gar-thed-uv', Mr…" the man was waiting for an answer. Then Dorolh said, "Mr... Brank." The chief continued his questioning, "Well, Mr Brank … why are you here? What is the reason for your presence, Mr Brank?" Dorolh answered with seriousness upon his face, "I was accused of something which I did not do." The man slapped the boy's right cheek, "Answer my questions, properly. Again, what was the reason, Mr Brank?" Dorolh answered, "I was accused of something which I did not do." The man slapped Dorolh's left cheek, "I want an answer, not a lie, Mr Brank. Again, what was the reason, Mr Brank?" Silence remained, just for a few seconds and the boy screamed like an animal, in an angry manner, "I did not break the rule!" The chief took the knife from his desk; then, he slashed with the edge of the knife through Dorolh's right cheek; making an enormous gash. The chief was ready to do another, more brutal move, however the man heard the voice of his employees. "Boss, the newcomers!" The chief said to the guards, "You two, show Mr Brank, where he belongs." The chief cruelly laughed and left the room; whilst one of the guards untied the boy form the ropes; whereas the other guard was waiting to execute the boy with his right hand.