“...The commander-in-chief smiled broadly, holding back his impatience. “So which of you was it?” - he asked. “Who killed the warden?” Darius looked at him with an impenetrable face, but inside he was trembling. “Come closer, commander, and I will tell you his name.” He took a step, and at that moment the whole world froze for Darius. With trembling hands, he reached down and pulled a dagger from his belt. A steel dagger, made of real steel, which the blacksmith gave him, and which he hid all this time. He rushed forward, and under the frightened gasp of the elders and all his people, he plunged the dagger up to the hilt right into the commander-in-chief’s chest. The imperial’s eyes widened in surprise and horror, he fell to his knees, unable to believe that this could even happen.” You will never forget the name of the criminal,” Darius said, standing over him...”