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A low, annoying rumble hurt his ears, as if a fly the size of a horse hovered over Vassa's head. He couldn't make out what the noise was after their steps, nor where he and the Pied Piper were now. A gust of icy wind was asking for a gust in the face, the creaky floorboards at one moment gave way to something soft and sticky. A few more steps and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Suddenly he heard voices, a lot of voices. A continuous hubbub of hundreds of men. They were talking in unison, getting excited and interrupting each other. Iron rattled, throats were torn, the floor was shaking from the clatter of hundreds of feet. The screams were getting closer.

And it was a glorious battle! shouted the voices in unison.

Vassa saw in front of him some play of weak lights and tried to catch them with his fingers, but his hand only scared them away. Then the fingers stumbled on something hard, heavy and covered with wool. It gave a little under pressure and went to the side. Bright lig
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