The servant and master were coerced into an encampment formed by large wagons, where a gap-toothed pirate who had run down from atop a wagon saw the two men and walked over to the tall pirate with murderous eyes, gesturing a "chop" with his hand.
The tall pirate neither agreed nor disagreed, but bent down to pick up two cups from beside the campfire and handed them to the men.
"This… What do you mean by this?" Kalman was somewhat dizzy.
"Aren't you the ones asking for water to drink?"
"Oh, thank you, thank you." After thanking him repeatedly, Kalman took the cup but dared not drink. The terrified old servant Bok, however, took the cup and gulped it down in one go.
"Who are you?" the tall pirate asked with an expressionless face.
"Passers-by." Kalman cautiously answered, "We're just farmers from around here."
"Do farmers ride fine horses?" The tall pirate said with a half-smile.
