IOn that day, Citizen Hakat called for me in the early morning. I entered his office with my heart tightened slightly, because I still couldn’t be rid of my fear of this man. Awareness of how powerful and resolute he is worked on me dishearteningly, while he in some way enjoyed it – at least I always felt that way when I looked at him. I don’t think that I’m the only one who sees him that way. From what I’ve observed, overheard, and also learned during lunchtime conversations, the Chief of Arms was recognized on THE Central Island as a man extremely dangerous to his opponents and ruthlessly loyal to his allies, which, however, had a price. He destroyed traitors and losers without a twitch of the eyelids and everyone knew that.
Hakat was sitting behind the desk and writing something, but h
