“You’re gonna use a knife to cut the ropes? But your hands are tied too... you won’t be able to see what you’re doing...”
The rope was tied in a tight, merciless knot. Avi’s wrists chafed against the roughness.
“How, exactly, are we going to take these off?” he asked Elchanan helplessly.
Elchanan glanced over at the sleeping guard, then began scooting along the floor carefully. “With this,” he said, finally, jerking his head toward a knife tossed haphazardly on the tent floor beside an ancient-looking black pot. “We’ll have to do each other…”
Avi’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna use a knife to cut the ropes? But your hands are tied too… you won’t be able to see what you’re doing…”
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