Slawek Rdestowicz-cont.

The condemned men were talking:

"When will this finally end?"

"I don't know, ask Marcin; apparently he's already been to Badyłów."

"Then there's a huge, dark chamber, and at the very bottom there's a deep lake that will have to be crossed..."

And he didn't finish, because they stood before an impressive door. They also realized that an entire army was marching on it. It looked like a skirmish was imminent... One soldier, undoubtedly a general, pulled a huge key from his belt and, with the help of a private, inserted it into the lock. They turned it. The door opened with a clatter, revealing a vast hall, several hundred meters high; on either side were wooden gates, and beneath them zigzagged long wooden stairs, ending in something resembling a veranda. Nothing would have been visible there if it hadn't been for the impressive shaft carved out at the top. But above all, at the bottom of the chamber was a deep lake, where an angler on the other side, on the veranda, was fishing. He whistled a tune like "Here comes the kitty...", but even though he whistled softly, it was audible like a rock concert. They began to descend the stairs. They didn't make much noise, but the shrill squeaks combined with the whistle caused a significant drop in the condemned men's morale. They barely heard the door on the other side open, and an army of Ushata entered the cave. They looked very much like Tukanians, brown and scarlet badgers. A moment later, a battle began. Someone grabbed Sławek by the collar and threw him into the water. Other condemned men were already there. He was ordered to swim, and he did. The water was deep, and fish swam around with inquisitor-like expressions. Fortunately, they soon found themselves under the veranda on the other side and discovered to their horror that they were five feet above the ground. They barely made it, and with minor scratches, they made their way up the stairs. They crossed the threshold and made a terrible discovery: on the other side was another drop, and it looked even steeper. Facing the climb, they collapsed and dozed off.

Soon, Sławek felt someone pour a bucket of water over him. He opened his eyes and discovered he was lying on a mountain path, sniffed by half-wild dogs. Dogs! If you see even the shadow of a dog in Tumeny, welcome to Uszat Fortress! Similarly, you'll only find a cat here in Tukan. Soon, he was conscious enough to get up and greet his peer from Uszat. He was the one who hadn't spared water from the well to revive the guards and convicts. Those who were already awake sat nearby by a makeshift fire, while others lay near the well, doused with water and sniffed by the dogs. Sławek began to assist in the rescue operation. He had to jump on those who had been drinking.

Soon after, the boy who had helped the convicts led them to a building. From the front, it looked a bit like the Royal Castle in Warsaw, but inside, there was one large hall. Beds were all around, and hammocks hung from the ceiling, but few people were treated there, as it wasn't really a hospital. It could be called a hotel, though everyone was given a place to stay overnight and nothing more. To his delight, Sławek was given a hammock hanging almost from the ceiling. But when he got there, it turned out it wasn't all that nice. Despite his courage, his fear of heights bothered him, and the sun beat down mercilessly through the large windows. But most of all, he could pick out handfuls of fleas and lice, and he thought he could sell the worms by the pound. Time passed slowly, and the hours dragged on, so Sławek was very surprised when he heard:

"So, boy, do you want a roasted beetle or fried ants?"

"Okay, I'll take 50 beetles!" How much am I paying?

"Yeah, boy, I have no idea how he's going to eat fifty beetles the size of a cat in one go!"

"Yeah, trader," Sławek said, imitating the clerk's voice, "I'll take a quarter of a beetle and a plate of ants!"

"Yeah, boy, first 50 shillings!

" "Yeah, trader, and how much for pineapples?" Sławek replied, digging out the remnants of his winnings from Ananasowo.

"Two pineapples!"

Sławek tossed down the advance, asking why the Pole needed shillings on his tongue. He heard a bell behind him, turned around, and noticed that he had behind him a large piece of beetle, which seemed to be the size of a cat, and a whole plate of ants. While the beetle was quite tasty after a generous dollop of ketchup, the ants were completely covered in old oil. So Sławek poured the oil downstairs, much to the obvious disapproval of several other tenants who had been doused with expired padkud, and then dried them in the sun. They tasted like crisps afterward, so they were quickly eaten by who knows who.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a terrifying sound rang out. Longitudinal cracks began to form in the roof; falling debris punctured his hammock, sending him tumbling to the floor. Luckily! Just then, the walls began to collapse, and everyone, most of them half-dead, began to run out of the building. When Sławek somehow managed to escape, a strange twilight reigned outside. This twilight, however, was very unusual: all the colors of the rainbow shone through. Suddenly, a terrifying screech rang out:

"Ahoy! Terribly uneven terrain!"

The monster didn't even have time to finish before a terrifying shriek rang out from the staff and those staying at the "hotel."

"Ah, delicious worms!" It's just cherries and cherries, but I've never really tried this! You little bugs, wait a little longer! Stop! I'll take out my magnifying glass and eat you...

-I'll eat you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Truly, the company had so loudly, and inappropriately, interrupted the monster's words that I wonder why everyone, one by one, had torn their throats out after the first syllable. "

I just wanted to try it!"

After this statement, one of the parrot's legs rose, and its monstrous head tilted so that it could see all the screamers perfectly.

Mirosław pulled out a revolver and began aiming at the parrot. The bird carefully took the pistol from him and swallowed it, then declared that the fruit was tasteless.

Then the Shaman emerged from the crowd. He ordered the hotel staff to bring him all the ants. When his order was fulfilled, he made a tall pile of them.

"Parrot, ants, with gravy, try it!"

The parrot didn't make Sona repeat this twice. She perched on top and began devouring the ants.

"Quickly, torch, there's no time!" shouted the Shaman.

When he got what he wanted, he threw the smoldering stick at the pile and ordered everyone to move away. A moment later, the parrot with its singed tail disappeared into the distance. Everyone stood frozen, astonished at the simplicity of the Shaman's idea. The infant's scream shattered their amazement.

"A shark! A horrid, scavenging creature!

" "We're incredibly lucky," Sławek declared.

Everyone nodded. And the lute player:

"Speak to the green

Shaman, born of his own courage,

who wasn't terrified by the monstrous parrot!

We owe him a debt of gratitude!

Let's thank the Shaman,

who stabbed the monster in the tail!"

This reminded them of who had done it. The search for the Shaman began. Unfortunately, he wasn't found, so they only thanked him silently. The guards noticed an important detail: Mirosław's revolver had been swallowed by the parrot! So he could no longer defend the condemned men. They decided to carry out the attack as quickly as possible. Then the forester arrived.

"What, are we going hunting?" Mirosław asked. "A vile bird devoured my Colt, but I bought myself a new one, barely used."

The guards unloaded their weapons with a grunt of disappointment.

"We have to look for the convicts," one of the men barked. "At this rate, we'll never reach Badyłów Dziki."

The search was very brief, as people were warming themselves by a small fire left over from the Shaman's huge pyre. The staff was negotiating with the newcomers about compensation for the hotel's fire. Hieronim negotiated on behalf of the expedition. He turned to the guards, "

I've negotiated a replacement room in Antymopony," and handed them discount vouchers.

The guards were tempted to flog Hieronim for his waywardness. However, as long as Mirosław was with them, they couldn't do it. "

We sent a messenger to the capital two hours ago. The army and donkeys will arrive soon." - the former hotel owner smiled artificially.

The convicts spent the rest of the day helping search for luggage in the ruins. They were particularly keen on a scarlet suitcase, for which the businessman had promised a reward of 1,000 Ushaty shillings. A moment later, however, they realized the rich man had found his own lost property. All that remained was to search for the surviving dogs, each for 20 shillings.

After collecting the reward for a greyhound and its puppies, 120 shillings, they fell asleep by a fire in a crevice, which teemed with Tumen.

At dawn, they were awakened by the sound of horses. It was an armed Ushaty patrol with a donkey caravan transporting people to Antrymopon. They mounted their animals and slowly made their way over the mountains to the capital of Ushaty.

Only in the afternoon did they reach the gates of Antrymopon. The Ushaty army knocked. A customs officer opened the door. A pack of dogs surrounded the donkeys, snatching meat and fawning over them. The customs inspection began. Mirosław, on his website, gave the convicts a few tips. When the donkey Sławek was riding reached the barrier, the customs officer unleashed the German Shepherd. The dog sniffed the convict and then said, "

A toucan. A cat."

"I hope they're gone! We're on our way to Badylów Dziki, convicts."

The customs officer pressed a button and the barrier opened. Sławek urged the donkey on and entered the capital of Uszaty, Antymopon. Dogs were running everywhere. Sławek glanced at the ticket. The Hotel Terier was located on Azora VII Street, number 15. He spoke to the first passerby.

"Excuse me, where is Azora VII Street?"

"What?" Sławek remembered that they didn't speak Polish in Uszaty and repeated the question in Uszaty. "

First street on the right. And the bachelor from the burned-down Okupacja Hotel?"

"Yes." I have a room at the Hotel Terrier. I'm going to Badyłów Dziki.

"And what did the bachelor do?"

"Actually, I don't know, I forgot." He quickly cut the conversation short and headed for the hotel.

Once there, he realized they'd been given a dingy dump. Old Hieronim, in a purple beret, was feeding wood to the campfire in the hollow. A baby was crying, and a ragged man with numerous hundred-dollar bills was complaining about the conditions. Mirosław and some of the guards were puffing on their pipes on a gnarled bench.

"Where are the lute player and the guards?"

"They'll probably be here soon.

" Sławek sat down by the fire. "

We'll move on tomorrow at dawn. Get some sleep tonight," the guard growled.

When the lute player arrived, he played a tune to lighten the mood.

The horse stood by the stable, "What an animal I am!"

He kicked a cow in the couch grass.

Pigs.

But chickens are much better.

Then the miller came, getting angry

and scalping the horse.

And the cow, and the chickens too.

And only the pig remained.

Because the other one had escaped into the couch grass.

At sunset, a maid arrived and distributed torn blankets to everyone present. Sławek slept poorly that night. The guards chased everyone away from the fire, and the convicts were forced to sleep in a corner.

In the morning, they headed towards Scott's Gate. The guards showed their IDs, and the expedition left Antimopon.

In front of the city gate stood a huge building with a sign reading:

KIBITEKA RENTAL** "Amundsen***."

Everyone went inside. There, a guard borrowed a few kibitkas, handed the drivers advances, and soon the expedition was gliding along on sleighs. The region they were currently traversing is called the Ushatska Upland, and it's full of snow.

"If we had walked, we would have drowned in the snow long ago," Hieronim remarked.

The only drawbacks of the journey were the dull landscape and the cold. The former was still bearable, but the latter was taking its toll on the convicts. They slowly drank Mirosław's hot tea, but there wasn't much of it. They also had to throw a thermos, because descending or stopping was out of the question. Well, except for suicides who wanted to drown in a dozen meters of snow.

They stopped for a rest only in the middle of the night, on a protruding rocky island. Barely able to fit, they lit a fire. Sleep was short, and the night was cold. Before dawn, the kibitkas set off again. By noon, the snowy plateau ended. Having sent the kibitkas away with the rest of their payment, the expedition set off through the last stretch of the Tumens.

Soon they reached a valley full of bushes. Mirosław shot a few bushwalkers, which they roasted over a fire. "

The rest of the way leads through caves. We can't go through Papuzja, because parrots like that one would kill us there," said the forester, lighting his pipe.

"So why did that one fly to the Okupacja Hotel?"

"Clearly, something brought her there. Maybe wild geese." Mirosław's last sentence was more of a question than a statement.

The next morning, they entered a rock crevice, much smaller than the one seen during the incident with

the guards' lock. There was a small door there. The guard took out a set of cutlery. Next to the door were

three recesses shaped like a knife, a fork, and a spoon. Only then did he turn the key in the lock and

they went inside .

The tunnel was lit similarly to the one that had led them to Ananasowo. The only thing missing were hot dog stands. Although they had made the journey difficult back then, Sławek would have given a lot for just one now.

After wandering through the narrow tunnel, they reached a large hole. As the convicts wondered what to do with it, Mirosław said:

"What are you staring at? To the left!"

Indeed, there was a corridor leading to the left. After the first bend, there was a small hole with a footbridge. Beyond that was another bend and a closed door. After sacrificing another pair of cutlery, the expedition emerged onto the gallery. When Sławek leaned out, he saw the cliff and the hole that had frightened them so much. They continued along the gallery until they suddenly turned.

It was another left turn, beyond which was a large hall. At the top was a large gas lamp, and below were palm trees and ferns. After a while of wandering through the forest, they came upon a clearing where brooms were dancing. Mirosław ordered everyone to grab one. They spent half an hour chasing brooms throughout the hall, or, if you prefer, the forest.

Finally, everyone had their own broom, and the expedition headed back to the gallery. They walked another few hundred meters and found a crevice.

"Do everything as I do," said Mirosław.

He stuck his broomstick into the hole. The crevice and broom began to move. Around the corner, Mirosław grabbed the broom. A moment later, the gallery ended, and the forester, clinging tightly, reached a rocky ledge.

After a while, each of them made their way to the rocky outcrop on their own broomstick. Hieronim took the baby with him.

There was a hole near the ledge. On the other side, the convicts saw a waterfall and a river. They descended the steps to a wooden bridge, then to a pier. Several enormous ducks were sitting there. Upon seeing the expedition, they flew away. However, the group was more cunning; they jumped down onto a rock and waited motionless for fifteen minutes. The ducks returned, and the convicts, hop! for the birds. They flew for a moment on the ducks, which a moment later landed and continued swimming along the underground river.

The sun woke the convicts. The ducks had already emerged from the underground, and the stream was already flowing on the surface. When Sławek turned around, he saw the distant Tumens and the steppe. The steppe was overgrown with what looked like bushes, but when he looked closer, he noticed they were cherry trees with tails—trunks—and fruit—corns. Above everything flew parrots similar to the one the Shaman had outwitted.

The ducks swam across a vast reservoir, surrounded by birch forests and reeds.

"What lake is this?"

"Lake Brzozowe," said Mirosław from his duck boat, pointing it out on the map.

This was the most peaceful part of the entire journey to Badylów Dziki. Birds sang all around, and smaller, normal-sized ducks and geese flew in panic. Lake Brzozowe seemed endless.

Suddenly, darkness descended. Sławek was terrified at first, but after a moment, he realized it was only a river flowing through the jungle.

"A river!" "What river is this?" he asked.

"I know that," said the lute player. "What we're on is the Burta River. We'll have to get off soon, and then we'll be back at Ananasowo."

Indeed, Mirosław soon ordered everyone off their ducks. Now they were deep in the tropical bush. Only the animals were strange. Besides the flying fish, which Sławek had already seen, there were plenty of them running around the tables. Their bodies were made of tables, their heads of teapots, and their tails of cables. They walked around and devoured flowerpots with clay legs that were running around. Plants grew on the pots. After eating, the tables spat out the pots, eating only the green inhabitants.

Interestingly, a path led through the thicket, albeit a very irregular one. This disproved the theory that elephants had made this path, because even if they tried, they would have gotten tangled. When Sławek asked Hieronim about this path, he whispered that it was made by Romutry.

"What are these Romutry?" Sławek asked in a normal voice.

Suddenly, a couple of very strange creatures jumped out. There's no point in describing them; after the description, one would know even less than before. So it's best to limit ourselves to the fact that they were made entirely of various household appliances and junk. "

Now you can look at them," muttered the old man in the purple beret with clear disapproval.

"Fundo gundo Romutrimendo meteorito hans!" yelled one of them, clearly the leader, as he was wearing a desk lamp. "

Zasługa wsrasa reprimendo," added the second. "

Funterfunterlok," the third grew impatient.

At that moment, Mirosław fired his revolver upward. The Romutry scattered in panic.

"Next time, don't say their name, or do it in a whisper," he admonished everyone, and they continued on their way.

After a while, they reached a wide pass. Lava flowed below.

"And what are we going to do now?" asked the lute player.

"What do you mean? We'll use the Swertian Railway. Let's go a little to the right."

After a while, they reached a stone hut. It was very small, and the entrance was covered by a tiger-skin curtain.

"Just don't look at those old men we summon. They only exist in our thoughts, but maybe they'll tell us something," Mirosław admonished.

When they entered, the hut was empty. Mirosław held his head and thought hard. He imagined a bucket full of acid with a large false tooth. Sławek was staring at the bucket when it suddenly disappeared.

"I said, don't look! Just look and think about something else!"

Mirosław repeated the procedure, and the bucket reappeared. Then he also imagined the Forest brothers. They're worth describing; their torso and head were made of a rotten tree stump, their legs and arms were made of twigs. Each wore old-fashioned pince-nez on one eye, so they looked like Cyclops. But none of them had lips. One took an artificial one from a bucket and stuck it in his facehole. Then he spoke hoarsely and screechingly:

"What are you looking for here?" "

We're going to order you to build the Swertian Railway."

Another old man nudged the first one. He took out his mouth, dipped it in a bucket, and gave it to him. When he had the chance, he spoke in a deep bass voice:

"The Swerty Railway is our secret."

"Prepare to observe these individuals closely," Mirosław loudly informed his companions. The third old man ripped the second one's mouth out without ceremony, inserted it himself, and spoke in a shrill squeal:

"Fine, we'll let you use the Swerty Railway, just don't look at us! Here it is."

The Las brothers made a few vague hand movements.

Suddenly, there was a crash, and the cottage lifted off the ground. As Sławek peered through the entrance, he noticed the house gliding slowly through the air like an airplane over the chasm. Then he saw the other end of the pass.

"We can jump out now, we're here!" he said.

"Absolutely not! It's just a chameleon."

And indeed, as they flew over the "shore," a huge green chameleon suddenly appeared instead. The reptile wasn't about to give up. With its enormous tongue, it burst into the hut.

"Just don't touch it! You'll be kidnapped!" Mirosław admonished.

After a moment of slow flight, the chameleon's tongue wasn't long enough.

Another hour passed when the strange vehicle stopped. The convicts, the guards, and the forester jumped out. The hut began to return to the other end of the pass.

Sławek discovered they were on a small jetty. The expedition entered the castle through an open gate.

At this point, it's necessary to explain what kind of castle it was. It was Stanisław's castle. Stanisław was the brother of Wieńczysław and Mścisław. They were twins. Mścisław and Stanisław were arguing over their father's inheritance—a beautiful, flat land. It even came to blows. Their father, upset by this turn of events, gave the land to Wieńczysław. The two remaining brothers built castles on either side of Wieńczysław's country. Everyone was constantly arguing.

Stanisław gave the guards and Mirosław separate rooms, and the condemned were forced to huddle in a run-down hole in the Dungeon Tower.

"The fact that those guards are gone makes things easier," said Hieronim. "Now we have a perfect opportunity to escape. Follow me."

They climbed the stairs to the top of the tower. There lay a very strange animal; in fact, nothing could be said about it, except that it had wings.

"Jump in," urged the guide.

Once everyone was comfortably seated, the old man in the purple beret (that is, Hieronim) ordered the animal to fly. It responded with a dull roar. The animal began to rise. It hadn't gone far when suddenly there was a clatter of chains. The animal was bound! And when he returned to the tower, the guards, Mirosław and Stanisław, were already waiting for the escapees.

"Ha, whip them!" said one guard.

"No. I have better ideas," replied Mirosław. "We'll take away the lute from the lute player for three days, throw the old man in the dungeons for the same period, and while the others suffer, the boys will learn. I know this will hurt them all the most. I suggest not punishing the infant. He's irresponsible for his actions."

Stanisław supported the forester, and for the next three days the condemned suffered their punishments. A carriage arrived for Sławek and the boy in rags. The ragged man gave the driver a bundle of hundred-dollar bills and they drove through Wieńczysław's country. Soon they reached a cliff. A platform was set up next to it, full of snakes and ladders. Suddenly, a huge cube collapsed and sank into the ground, so that only the score could be read. The driver traversed the number of floors thrown on the platform and found a ladder; he climbed it along its entire length. Next came the boy in rags. He stumbled upon a snake and slid down. In this way, they played "Snakes and Ladders" until they all reached the top. There were juniper bushes trimmed into chess pieces. The sidewalks were paved with playing cards.

After a long walk, they reached a billboard covered in posters. They walked around it, revealing a door with the inscription:

MATHEMATICS COURSES.

The driver opened the door and pushed the convicts inside. Inside, there were stairs spiraling into the earth. When the stairs ended, they entered a vast corridor. In truth, it seemed to stretch on forever. Beside it were doors with signs like "One-Day Course," "Two-Day Course," and "Three-Day Course." As instructed, the convicts opened the door with the last of these signs.

They entered. They found themselves in an ordinary classroom, but there was no shadow of a teacher anywhere. Looking around, Sławek saw a sign on the board: "

Start with the sunbeds."

Here's a drawing of a sunbed:

(drawing)

Take the contents out of the cupboard marked

"sunbeds

. "

Sławek showed the sign to the raggedy one, and they began to follow the board's instructions. Then they looked at it. The sign changed; now it looked something like this:

Lie down on the sunbeds.

They did so. They lay down and waited. When the boy in rags tried to get off, a huge sign appeared on the board: "

You must come back and lie down." The

raggedy one followed the board's instructions and lay down. After twenty minutes, a sign appeared on the board: "

Bravo!

You know how to sunbed.

I'll give you an A each."

And now for a break.

The bell rang. The raggedy one and Sławek wanted to leave, but the door was locked. After a moment, the bell rang again, and the sign on the board changed again:

"Now for the cooling down. "

Take the contents out of the

"apples" cupboard

and put them

in the refrigerator.

They followed the instructions again. The board changed the text again.

Way to go!

You know how to cool things down.

As a reward, you can eat

the rest of the apples.

End of lesson!

And the bell rang again. The door opened, and the Rector entered the classroom. He was wearing elegant gray trousers and a black shirt. He was wrapped in black sheets.

"Time for bed."

Sure enough, after glancing at the old clock, it turned out to be eleven p.m. They went out into the hallway. As it turned out, it had transformed into a huge bedroom filled with bunk beds.

When the refugees woke up in the morning, they found themselves already seated at their desks. A sign was waiting for them on the blackboard: "

Today we will focus on

Freezing.

Freeze

the ice cream from the

"ice cream" cabinet."

As they did so, shrill shrieks and commotions rang out. Out of nowhere, they felt earplugs in their ears. The noise grew louder. Suddenly, the door opened, and a metal dragon burst into the classroom. It bore the words "

Master Lis, sp. zoo.

First quality.

" Fortunately, the monster's jaws were bound with wire. A knight in full armor, constantly screaming, rushed in after the dragon. It was the Screaming Knight. "

Freeze this dragon!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

They struggled to put the dragon in the freezer. Freezing the dragon took several hours. Then the Screaming Knight left, just as classes were ending.

The next day, they learned how to shave. Fortunately, they had professional razors, and shaving the Rector was a breeze.

After the last day of classes, when they emerged, they saw not a bedroom, but a classroom. On the dais was a lectern, at which the Rector stood, and around it were chairs filled with students. As the convicts wondered where to sit, two chairs suddenly appeared. They sat down.

The Rector spoke at length, saying that school was a very good thing, even though it sometimes seemed otherwise. "After our course, you'll surely grow plums on pine trees and pears on willows," he finished. Then came the terribly boring artistic part, abundantly sprinkled with poems like: "

We once asked a wise old man:

'What is the pride of our country?'

He said: 'We have monuments,

we have luxuries.

And you have many oddities here,

but the most magnificent is our rector."

When the course ended, the ragged man and Sławek wandered back up the spiral staircase. Ladder wagons were waiting for them outside. The lute player, Hieronim, the guards, and Mirosław were already there. Once they had settled into the wagons, they drove through Wieńczysław's Country. It was full of kurosłoni, or hairy chickens with elephant trunks and ears. Here and there ran animals similar to those they had encountered in the Country of the Romutry.

After a while, they arrived at the spacious "Centerkompoltel" inn. Inside, it was full of strange creatures. There were Romutry creatures, creatures resembling the Forest Brothers, and many other beings. Everyone was sipping some kind of drink that seemed to float in the air, of no particular color.

"Qwerty, get me some fruit!" one of the guards said to the bartender. The bartender handed him a glass of the strange liquid. "

Come on," Mirosław said to the convicts, "we need to get some seaweed."

They climbed a ladder next to the bar to the second floor. There was a large aquarium there.

"We have to somehow persuade the algae eaters to bring us some seaweed. There's an alligator in the aquarium," the forester said.

"I'll sing them a song of the joy of the fishes," the lute player announced, and without waiting for the others' opinions, intoned: "

This is the joyful hymn of the fishes:

The octopus has a pathetic end,

For the crabs led a musical life,

And the shrimp brought them to land.

The submarine steamer sped across the sky,

And the wind said: "I will cool the weather!"

They burst into a violet-colored flowerbed,

Washing all the matron's hard-boiled bones.

Meanwhile, a satyr was already on the reef, kicking

a sea creature, swallowing itself on the nose of a carburetor.

This strange song evidently pleased the algae eaters, for as a reward, they gave the lute player a sheaf of seaweed. The singer gave it to Mirosław. They went back down and showed the seaweed. Immediately, the inn's customers gathered around them, bidding. They promised ever-larger sums, until a pterodactyl* promised a flight through Wieńczysław's Country. The forester and guards accepted the offer, handed the reptile a bundle of seaweed, and soon took off from the inn's roof.

It didn't take long for the convicts to understand their choice of flying transportation. At the end of Wieńczysław's Land stood Mścisław's Castle, surrounded by blazing fires. These blocked the way into the building and prevented anyone from leaving Wieńczysław's Land. Behind the barrier of fire, the pterodactyl landed, released its passengers, and flew back.

The guards showed the convicts a sign reading "

BADYLÓW DZIKI, 5 KM"

(Wild), and smiled triumphantly. After a few hours of walking, they reached a wall with the inscription:

BADYLÓW DZIKI ( Wild

) Garnków Morski Penal Colony . Punishments

from 1 month to 50 years.

The convicts were led inside. Badylów Dziki turned out to be a large, neglected garden. The guards left, and Mirosław set off on his return journey, closing the door behind him. The punishment began