"Hurry up! We should be at your place to eat in ten minutes!"
After speaking, the middle-aged man, whose white hair and white beard shone like the sun in the twilight, turned around and started walking. He wasn't angry, nor was he scolding, but as soon as the forty disciples heard this instruction, they started running.
Only Mel moved slowly as he tried to get over his slumber; Baybars had to stay behind and wait for him. Following the Academy Officials walking ten paces away, they passed streets they had not passed yesterday; there was no one at the windows or doors, snoring was heard from inside the houses.
Within ten minutes, as the middle-aged Academy Officer had said, they had arrived at the entrance to the dead-end street, clearly no need for yesterday's long journey. Realizing that they had been defrauded from long distances for display purposes, the Far Circle disciples' faces fell; they could see that even the slightest condition had been set against them.
