‘Should we follow your mom?’ asks laira to the traveler, after a moment not sure if this is the right thing to say at all.
‘No we cannot follow her’ the traveler replies, looking distant and lost.
‘We have to stay here. You can watch the procession from here laira’ the traveler says after a while, holding little laira by her shoulders for the first time, making sure each of the words he speaks are fully understood.
She nods her head on agreement.
The crowd at the distance now gather together.
12 of people, like the traveler’s mother in the yellow cloak circle around. They sing a strange enchanting hym that now is heard all over. In the middle of the circle is a man standing with both his hands covering his ear tightly, as though he is in agony of pain, from the song he is hearing.
Suddenly he starts oozing with blood from his ears, from his nostrils, from his mouth then from all over his body.. screaming
‘Are you alright?’ asks laira as the traveler falls thud to the ground.
‘I am’ he says, his right long slender hands covering his nose that now seems to be bleeding.
‘Let me rest..will you?’ he says slowely turning his body to his left, his upper half body supported by his left elbow trying to move away from laira while she comes in closer to help him.
‘But you are bleeding..’ she sobs. ‘Are you going to die?
‘You wish I would’ he snaps not looking at laira, making his usual ‘I don’t believe her’ look before he collapses completely
The procession of the yellow cloaks continue. The man on the centre screams relentlessly. His blood oozing painfully from everywhere while those around him, sorrunding him, look vacantly, hypnotised.
‘What should I do?’ says laira to herself, unable to understand, why the beautiful enchanting hym she was hearing, was creating so much pain to the traveler