– He is a devil, a real devil-shouted the most low-developed representatives of the city.

– He took away from us a way of life habitual to us, without having asked, whether we want it-supported others.

Is evil under the guise of virtue – shouted the third…

Just a few days after the appearance of Akorda on the square to a hut, where he settled, began to converge residents armed with tools and fire torches. Their attitude was not the kindest. The day was dark as the torches lit up the wanderer's hut.

– Come out, satanic scum-furiously shouted one of the inhabitants of the city.

The voice screaming Achord learned of Archinus.

People nervously backed off when the cabin door opened and in front of thousands of people appeared in the wanderer. His face expressed genuine calmness and kindness, but there was some raging force in him. Something about him has changed since people last saw him.

– Did those words belong to you? he turned to the Archinus, coming closer to him.

– I expressed the General opinion-timidly, but with undisguised rage the recent poor fellow shouted.

– Is that so? – loudly asked Achard.

– Yes … Yes – – zagaldeli people.

– You demonic messenger!

– Impure force!

– Demon!

Cries echoed from all sides. The words of Archinus really if you do not agree, then at least match the mood of the majority.

Okay, laymen. If so, I'll leave your city in the morning. In my address there is a complaint?

All were silent, not knowing what to present. The people were preparing to retaliate, but not to accept their dogmas.

– Well, then I'll spend the last night in Your town, I'll be gone in the morning. I apologize for what you think I'm guilty of. Live in peace. Forgive.

He turned slowly, froze for a moment, then took a few steps to the door and entered the cabin.

Some people began to go home, but there were those who were in no hurry to retreat.

– People, he's mocking us, don't you see? One more night spent in our city, and in the morning it will be too late! He's a warlock, he'll kill us, we can't let him go! Burn the imp!!! – came forward with a speech Archinus.

Several men threw their torches at the wanderer's hut. Many followed them. The flames quickly soared over the thatched roof and under the General glee, covered a small structure. The roof began to collapse, the Windows blazed fire, but the doors were closed. Ahord not in a hurry to escape. The hut was falling apart before our eyes, there was almost no burning space left inside it. The wanderer was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, his clothes burning, but he exuded a great calm. His eyes were open, but he seemed to be asleep.

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