Apostolos, absorbed in his nightly routine of documenting the day's events by candlelight within his tent, was jolted by the unexpected noise. With a sense of urgency, he donned his robes and stepped out into the cool air, only to witness the swift justice of the Ottomans already unfolding before him. Two riders approached, their presence commanding attention in the dim light, dragging behind them a figure bound and subdued.
Hamza Bey, emerging from the shadows, presented the captive. "Old man," he began, his voice carrying the weight of authority and expectation, "this man sought escape into the wilderness, armed and desperate. Our men captured him after a skirmish that nearly wounded one of mine. Tell me, what fate befits his attempt?"
The tension in the air was palpable as Hamza Bey fixed his gaze on Apostolos, his eyes reflecting a challenge, probing for a response that would align with the severity of the crime.
