New shivering of hope & fear swells him down onto the floor. The lost strings seem to be enforced again on his pinkish face. He stands and makes it firm; you've to help me, reach the city.


The maid looks mute and turned, into the vibe of the great Saghaar but she is confused and worried about it all.


Thence, they leave in secrecy to the river Yehlem; a maid, a child, and our blind hero.


Saghaar asks, how many boats!?


Maid replies!? Two; one already loaded, another being watched.


Saghaar; we'll take the loaded one.


Maid; I don't think we can reach the boat, they'll catch us.


Saghaar; we've to cover us, with these (holding the fallen Chinar...