"He may have been a Jew once before, but he’s one of ours now. Aren’t you, Jorin?"
Shimshon shivered as his captives stared down at him.
“You know something, boy? You remind me of someone… I’m almost certain I’ve seen your face around here before.”
“Yes, yes!” one of the other men shouted. “I’ve seen him before, too! His face was plastered all over the kingdom. He’s wanted for escaping from the castle, isn’t he?”
“Ooooh, yes…. That’s right. Well, what a wonderful stroke of good fortune tonight has turned out to be. Fell right into our laps, eh? We’re going to truss you up and take you back to where you belong, the palace prison. You’ll return to your gloomy cell, and as for us? We’ll be rewarded and go on our merry way, much, much wealthier than before.”
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