With his cheeks flushing red and his chest being pushed down upon, Shulitu had never felt so tired, and neither had he ever been so persistent in resisting.
He refused to enter the tent, and stubbornly insisted on facing the unpredictable Court Attendants soldiers right in the open, together with several dozen officers. The torches were blazing all around them, and these soldiers were arguing about the fate of the hostages right in front of them.
