"We know that you're in here, just show yourself and it would all be fine," said one of the men.
Clang!... Clang!... Clang!..., Came the approaching sounds of metal, hitting against the wooden benches and desks. Zain peeped through the spaces between the legs of the wooden wares, from where she laid down, underneath a bench. She saw at a distance, the feet of someone coming that way, and a large sharp battle axe, knocking against the benches. The unbearable vibration of the floor, due to the stumpings of their feet, made her feel more uneasy, but she managed to cope.
