They tossed the lit torch onto the wood beside my feet and it quickly went up in flames. I clenched my teeth as I felt the warmth of the fire much too close for comfort. I started blowing on it in an attempt to put out the flames...
It didn't seem to help much.
Is this really the end? Am I really going to die by being burned at the stake?! I know I said I did not want to die by dehydration and starvation again but being burned alive doesn't sound much better...
Meanwhile, A woman had been doing laundry in a large basin on the top floor of the house close to the pyre. For some reason, she had not left when she heard the chanting nor was she curious enough to look out and see what was going on. She picked up the heavy basin filled with brown discolored water and walked to the side of the balcony. She dumped the water off the side of the railing with her muscular arms...
