"Tell me. Why are you silent?"
Zoravec confronted his mother about the words she just spouted. He wanted to know the truth now, it somehow made him irk and suspect that whatever Hecate would say would not be nice. But either way he wished to be aware of whatever it was.
He squatted in front of her and placed his one hand over Hecate' knee. The old woman hid her face in between both hands as she sobbed heavily. Zoravec could hear her crying which left a deep impression on him regarding the matter.
It was certain that whatever the truth was it was not pleasant for him. And concluding from his mother's crying it was not a measly thing too. The interest was constantly rising and it made Zoravec restless but he still prevented himself from shouting.
