"Let go of me! Let me go!" Aryan wept and struggled in the arms of the royal soldier. "Mom…, help me! Let me go!"
"Please, sir," said Marni, she even prostrated and hugged the feet of the royal soldier. "Please, don't take my son. Have mercy on us, sir. He's the only family I have."
"You know that, don't you?" said the royal soldier. "If a royal family wants a Sudra to become a Paria, you—or anyone from the lower classes will not be able to resist that!"
"B—But, I only have one child, sir," Marni continued to lament, hoping the soldier didn't take Aryan. "If my son is taken, I will live alone, sir. Please, don't take my son."
"Hey!" snapped another royal soldier at Marni. "Even if you wail like that it's useless. You know that!"
"Please, sir. Don't do this to us!"
"It's useless!" said the third royal soldier. "If we fulfill what you asked, our necks will be at stake. Of course, we are more willing to sacrifice lower-class people like you!"
