«He is a high priest of our order.» The boy holds out a sweaty hand to me.
«Please, my name is Bruxa.»
I would like to withdraw my outstretched hand, but it is late.
«My pleasure, but now I'm sorry: Stefania and I have to
start. There will be another opportunity to get to know each other better. Maybe at next year's rally.»
«We'll have the whole trip to get to know each other,» the boy explains.
I look questioningly at my friend.
«Didn't I tell you? He's coming with us,» she replies to my implicit question.
«Is he sure? Is it necessary?»
«It was he who asked me."
«I will be useful for your research," Bruxa intervenes.
«And how?»
«I know how to sneak where no one can enter.»
I look sceptical at the decidedly important size of the young man.
«Maybe... Anyway, shall we go?»
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