5.04.5.4 Turul the Young Rebel: Forced Labour
Turul:
(Ahh! It's heavy.)
Slowly, Turul pulled the cart full of rocks across King Rossz's palace compound.
Rossz:
(Look at those broad shoulders and veiny arms!)
Roka:
(Quite strong, good for hard work!)
Turul:
(I see, the whole compound, ..from the back gate to this front gate, and that tower in the middle.)
Tamas:
Stop here, slave!
Move!
Turul:
(??!? My arms need some rest.)
Tamas:
Carve the spikes.
Turul:
(Cheval de frise.)
Tamas:
Faster!
You hafta finish this cart before my lunch.