The Prakat nodded to the guards and they grabbed the Lord’s right hand, cut into the palm of his hand, then pressed the b****y palm of the yelling man onto the panel at the entrance. The door to the labyrinth opened and the guards pushed Lord Gnormos inside. The man staggered and fell to the ground. Before he could pick himself up, the door had already closed behind him again. He banged on it, sobbing and pleading, and the audience shouted, indicating their displeasure at his cowardice.
“Why did they cut his hand?” asked Charly.
“The door can only be opened with blood. Normally the convicted cuts his own hand, but as Lord Gnormos is such a coward the guards took on this task. That’s shameful for a man. But Lord Gnormos probably doesn’t care about that anyway. All he’s concerned about now
